Chapter 3

"Brat, you dare to shout at me!"

Yanzhi's face quickly turned a furious red, her whole body trembling with anger, even to the point of calling him a 'brat.' In the mansion, many servants and maids privately referred to Qin Chen as a 'brat' when they discussed him, but few dared to call him that to his face.

After all, Qin Yuechi was the daughter of the Duke of Dingwu and the young lady of the Qin family.

But in her fury, Yanzhi couldn't care less. She pointed at Qin Chen and said with a mocking tone, "Calling you Young Master Chen, you really think you're a young master? Pah!"

Qin Yuechi's face turned pale and ashen, her eyes filled with anger as she glared at Yanzhi and said, "Yanzhi, what did you just call Chen'er? Remember your place, you're just a maid!"

"Wow, Young Lady, you're actually putting on airs with me?" Yanzhi looked at Qin Yuechi coldly, fearless and mocking, "Young Lady, don't jump to conclusions. Lady has already anticipated that you wouldn't keep your word and has made preparations. Come, take the Young Lady to the living room, don't keep Lady and the distinguished guests waiting."

"Bang."

As soon as Yanzhi finished speaking, the door was kicked open, and two burly Qin family guards walked in and quickly approached Qin Yuechi.

"Young Lady, please come with us."

The two guards looked up at Qin Yuechi coldly, a greedy glint in their eyes as they reached out to grab her. Qin Yuechi was naturally beautiful, her face so exquisite that it could topple a kingdom. Despite the hardships of recent years, her beauty had only become more refined and ethereal. Every man in the Qin family who mentioned the Young Lady would drool and yearn for her.

In this situation, a little touch seemed like it wouldn't be noticed, right?

"I'll see who dares to touch my mother."

Qin Chen quickly took a sword from the wall.

Clang!

The long sword was drawn.

He stepped forward, standing in front of Qin Yuechi, the sword held at an angle, his eyes shooting cold, icy glares that seemed to pierce the two guards like blades.

A mysterious aura radiated from Qin Chen.

The two guards felt a chill run through their bodies, as if they were being watched by Death itself. A cold sweat broke out on their spines, and their breathing became difficult. Their hands hesitated, unable to move.

What's going on?

The two guards exchanged glances, both feeling incredulous. Qin Chen's appearance and aura hadn't changed, but they inexplicably felt a sense of fear.

It was as if disobeying him would bring a nightmare upon them.

They couldn't help but look at Yanzhi.

"You two useless men, are you scared by just one Qin Chen? Don't forget who's in charge of this household. If you don't take the Young Lady to the living room, can you bear the blame when Lady is angry?"

Yanzhi was furious. How could these two be scared by a brat like Qin Chen?

The two guards also felt embarrassed. They were scared by Qin Chen, who, despite being a young master, had a status lower than even a common steward. He was always timid, not even daring to kill a chicken. If this got out, how could they continue to work in the Qin household?

Thinking of this, one of the guards coldly snorted and stepped forward, saying coldly, "Young Master Chen, please be reasonable. We are following Lady Zhao's orders to take the Young Lady to the living room. If Young Master Chen dares to obstruct us, don't blame us for being impolite."

But Qin Chen didn't move, the sword still in front of him, his eyes cold as he said, word by word, "If you don't want to die, try touching my mother!"

His voice was like it came from the depths of hell, making the two guards hesitate again.

Qin Chen then turned to Yanzhi, his voice stern, "And you, relying on others' power to be arrogant and tyrannical, daring to be so insolent in front of my mother. Do you think I won't exile you three thousand miles away, making you a government courtesan, never to rise again?"

Yanzhi's face froze.

If things really escalated, Lady Zhao might be fine, but they, the servants and guards, would definitely not have a good end.

"Oh, who's going to exile who?"

A harsh voice suddenly sounded, followed by a series of footsteps from outside the door.

A group of servants in brocade robes entered the room first, standing on both sides. Then, a middle-aged woman in palace attire, looking dignified and elegant, walked in from the middle of the group.

She wore a cloud robe with gold thread embroidery, a red coral and ruby hairpin on her head, and several gemstone rings on her delicate fingers, adorned with gold and silver, exuding a sense of wealth.

Beside her was a middle-aged man with a lecherous appearance, a plump figure, but dressed in luxurious attire. As soon as he entered, his eyes fell on Qin Yuechi, his lecherous gaze darting around, almost drooling.

"Lady."

Seeing this person, Yanzhi's arrogant expression immediately vanished, her face turning pale as she bowed in fear.

This was the head of the Qin household, Lady Zhao Feng, Lady Zhao.

Beside her was the notorious playboy prince of the Da Qi Kingdom, Prince Qi Zhao Qirui.

Lady Zhao gave Yanzhi a cold look and snorted, "You can't even handle a small matter. How have I taught you?"

Yanzhi, terrified, quickly knelt down, her face pale as she said, "This servant is incompetent, please punish me, Lady."

"Step aside for now, you're making a spectacle of yourself."

"Yes, Lady." Yanzhi hurriedly moved to the side, trembling with fear, her eyes filled with venom as she glared at Qin Chen, thinking to herself, "Hmph, little beast, now that Lady is here, let's see how you can be so arrogant."

Lady Zhao looked at Qin Chen, who was holding the sword, and said coldly, "I didn't expect my nephew, after being unconscious for a few days, to become so bold. Not only threatening to take someone's life, but also exiling my people three thousand miles away to become government courtesans. Ha, what a boost in courage. If someone didn't know better, they might think you were the legitimate eldest son of the Qin household."