Wen Wuwei stood calmly in the courtyard with his hands behind his back, instructing the servants in the palace master's palace to clean up the corpses all over the courtyard.
At this moment, a guard hurriedly came over, raised his fist, and said: "Master of the Palace, Dou Tian, the head of the Dou family, has come to ask for an audience."
Wen Wuwei frowned slightly and said in a cold voice, "Did he say what happened?"
"It seems to be talking about... Wang Deqiu and his son."
The guard looked at Wen Wuwei cautiously.
Who in today's mansion knows the relationship between Wang Deqiu's son Wang Xiaopang and Bai Xiaochen? Therefore, in the beginning, because Wang Deqiu let those people in, Huan Mansion suffered heavy casualties, and they all blamed him.
But now don't say blame, you can't even say a harsh word.
"Let him in."
Wen Wuwei pondered for a long time, even though his expression was impatient, he still wanted to know what happened.
"Yes, Palace Master."
The guards took the order and retreated.
After a while, a middle-aged man walked in quickly, followed by a young man whose appearance could no longer be seen clearly.
His face was swollen into a pig's head, and he kept making whimpering sounds, feeling aggrieved and pitiful.
Wen Wuwei was startled. He looked blankly at the young man with a red and swollen face and asked, "What's going on? Why was he beaten like this?"
"Master of the Palace."
Doutian pulled the young man to kneel in front of Wen Wuwei, crying with snot and tears: "You must make the decision for us. Look at my son, a good person, being bullied like this.
"
The young man whimpered in response, with sadness in his eyes. His expression was extremely pitiful. If it fell into the eyes of someone who didn't know the truth, maybe... they would think that he had really been greatly wronged.
Wen Wuwei frowned: "Don't you think that it was Wang Xiaopang who beat your son like this?"
He had also heard about some of Wang Xiaopang's bad things outside, so when he thought about what the guard said just now, Wen Wuwei somewhat believed it.
pity……
This Wang Xiaopang is his grandson's friend. He has to protect his own people no matter what.
"No," Doutian gritted his teeth, "The one who hurt my son was a little girl! That little girl is so evil. I suspect she had a purpose in sneaking into the Fantasy Mansion. Master, if you take down that little girl
, not for my son, but for the safety of the entire Fantasy Mansion."
The implication is that the little girl who injured the young man will threaten the entire Fantasy Mansion, so he came to ask the Palace Master to take action not for himself, but for the safety of the entire Fantasy Mansion.
"Little girl?" Wen Wuwei was stunned.
It wasn't Wang Xiaopang who did it? What is the origin of this little girl?
"Doutian, can you ask your son to identify the little girl?"
"That's no problem," Doutian said with a hint of joy on his face, "I will send someone to find the little girl later, and then..."
Before he finished speaking, a childish voice came from not far away, from far to near, and soon spread into the courtyard.
"This No. 1 restaurant in Huan Mansion is just in vain. It's far behind what my mother cooks. Sister Long'er, when my mother has time to cook some delicious food for me in the future, I can give you a piece of it."
You only have one piece."
"Thank you, His Royal Highness."
This is a childish female voice, her voice is filled with joy and is as crisp as an oriole.