"Back to the third prince, Lei Shenbao killed my young master."
The housekeeper had a sad face.
"He has been arresting my young master for a while. No matter what my master says, Lei Shenbao will not let him go."
"The spies reported two days ago that the young master... is dead."
"Lei Shenbao cannot be entirely blamed for this matter."
Duan Wucheng did not behave as a bereaved child should.
"I didn't take care of this kid Lang Yu. Lei Shenbao caught him for a reason."
Duan Wucheng clenched his fist and continued: "I heard that he set fire to several people in Licheng and killed several people, including a pregnant woman."
"it serves him right!"
Duan Wucheng closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and looked up again.
"Third Prince, even if you know about the sulfur matter, I have no objection if you want to take the sulfur away."
"With regard to Lei Shenbao, can you come forward to negotiate with him on my behalf?
I don’t want the people in the city to suffer because of my private affairs.”
"master."
The housekeeper helped Duan Wucheng, "Now that our young master has died, Lei Shenbao took the opportunity to die."
"It's not the master's fault!"
"It's Lang Yu's fault."
Duan Wucheng withdrew his hand from the butler's hand.
"Third Prince, as long as you come forward, Lei Shenbao will definitely give you face and not attack our city."
"As for who will be in charge of Yongshan City in the future, it is up to the third prince to decide."
"father."
A woman hurriedly ran in from outside and knelt down beside Duan Wucheng.
"Dad, what's wrong with you?
How did you get hurt?
Dad, are you okay?"
The woman held Duan Wucheng's arm and wanted to touch his injured forehead, but she didn't dare.
"Dad, you are seriously injured. Come on, I will go find a doctor to take a look at you."
"Yangyang, daddy is fine!"
Duan Wucheng turned his head to look at his woman and pulled her.
"Yangyang, this is the third prince, come on! I've seen the third prince."
Duan Liuyang then turned his attention to his father and looked at the people on the main seat.
"Third Prince."
She pursed her lips and lowered her head, "Duan Liuyang, a commoner girl, has met the third prince."
Duan Liuyang is beautiful, but the key is her skin.
Fair and translucent, rosy and pink, her small face is like carved white jade, flawless and translucent, making people look at her endlessly.
"Third Prince, this is the villain's youngest daughter, Duan Liuyang."
Duan Wucheng added.
"The villain originally had two sons and one daughter, and Lang Yu was the eldest. Unfortunately, he was spoiled by his mother since he was a child."
"This is not the first time that Lang Yu has caused trouble for the family. Such an outcome is not unexpected. I..." "Fortunately, my son, Yangyang, and my son Duan Langjun are sensible, and I have no regrets!"
"father."
Duan Wucheng's body swayed, and Duan Liuyang immediately supported him, "Dad, you are bleeding too much. I want to bandage you."
"I..." "Let's bandage it first."
Fengjiang waved his hand.
At this moment, a tall man wearing mysterious clothes walked in.
Duan Liuyang helped Duan Wucheng stand up, but Duan Wucheng's body swayed again and fell forward.
"father."
Things happened too fast. Duan Liuyang hugged his father hard, but he was still not strong enough.
"father."
The man who entered the door saw this and strode forward.
He helped Duan Wucheng before he fell.
Duan Liuyang didn't stand firm and bumped directly into the man.
After the man freed one, he took Duan Liuyang's hand.
Duan Liuyang was flustered and ran into the man's arms.
Their eyes met, and both of them were slightly stunned.
"Girl, are you okay?"
Zhao Yusheng frowned slightly and asked softly.
Although he knew that this girl didn't mean it, Zhao Yusheng was still not used to having a woman throw himself into his arms.
"I...it's okay."
Duan Liuyang blinked, immediately stood firm and left the man.
"Yangyang, are you okay?"
Duan Wucheng was breathing heavily.
"father."
Only then did Duan Liuyang react and took Duan Wucheng's hand, "Dad, what's wrong with you?"
Soon, she let go of Duan Wucheng and knelt down facing Fengjiang.
"Third Prince, my father has not closed his eyes for three days and three nights. Please have mercy on me, Third Prince, and let my father rest for a while."
"Okay, take it down."
Fengjiang waved his hand.
"Thank you, Third Prince."
Duan Liuyang stood up after thanking him.
The housekeeper had already arrived at Duan Wucheng's side: "Master, thank you for your help. I..." Zhao Yusheng glanced at Duan Liuyang's thin arm and said softly: "I'll take it to where?"
"good."
Duan Liuyang nodded, "My father's wing is right next to it, please come with me."
"I'm fine, Uncle Liu, we can't neglect the third prince."
Duan Wucheng's face became increasingly pale.
"Master, I understand. Master, please stop talking. I will go find the doctor right now."
The housekeeper was very anxious.
"I'm a doctor."
Feng Jiuer stood up and walked over, "Let me show him."
The city lord's family didn't even have a doctor, so he looked really poor.
"good."
The housekeeper looked back at Feng Jiu'er, "Girl, I'm sorry to bother you."
Even though he didn't know if Feng Jiu'er could do it, the housekeeper believed it when he looked into her eyes.
Duan Wucheng's wing was right next to the main hall of the house, and Zhao Yusheng and the housekeeper helped him in together.
"I'm fine, I'm really fine."
Lying on the bed, Duan Wucheng still wanted to sit up.
"Lie down, you don't look like you're okay."
Feng Jiuer sat down next to him.
"As long as you have good health, nothing can't be solved. But if you fall down, who will clean up the mess?"
Duan Wucheng looked at Feng Jiu'er, his pale lips moved, but he didn't speak.
Feng Jiuer picked up his palm and placed her long fingers on his veins.
"The pulse is very weak, have you really not rested these past few days?"
"After the young master's accident, the eldest lady quarreled several times a day, and there was nothing I could do about it."
The housekeeper looked anxiously at the person on the bed.
"He hasn't rested for three days and three nights. He..." "Doctor, how is my father's condition?"
Duan Liuyang took a step forward and came to Feng Jiuer's side.
"It's okay, I'm just too tired."
Feng Jiuer put down Duan Wucheng's palm.
"Prepare some food for your master first. I will prescribe the medicine. You go prepare the medicine and have a good rest for two days."
"Two days?"
Duan Wucheng sat up, "I..." As soon as he sat up, he found it difficult to breathe.
"Daddy."
Duan Liuyang saw this and went over to help him.
"Master, just listen to the doctor, right?
If you continue like this, your iron-clad body won’t be able to endure it.”
The butler sighed.
"Two days."
Duan Wucheng closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "I'm afraid Lei Shenbao won't give me this time in two days!"
"At that time, once the city gate is captured, what will the people do?"
"The people trust me so much, how can I let them down?
