Zhao Defang's road to the virtuous king

Just as Defang was about to speak, she heard a scream in front of her, "Ouch! You bastard!" Defang wanted to cover her ears when she heard the voice, and couldn't help frowning. She turned her head and saw the door running in. A rather old servant, he walked quickly to De Fang, stretched out his hands and dangled up and down, "My lord! Are you hurt?"

Defang quickly waved her hand, "It's okay, it's okay."

The old servant turned around to look at the young servant, and stretched out his hand to slap him. The slap was very hard, and the little servant fell to the ground with a slap. Defang and Baili were also startled by the old servant's action. People saw the blood on the corner of the waiter's mouth and a big red mark on his face, the old waiter didn't stop, he went up and kicked the waiter a few times, but the waiter didn't even hum, just gritted his teeth and curled up his body to let it go. The old servant beat him, and Defang couldn't bear to see this child who was about the same size as her own prince being beaten and kicked like this, so she said, "Stop!"

But Defang felt that the same voice overwhelmed her, and when she turned her head, she saw Baili rushing to the old servant to block it, "Hey! You want to beat him to death!"

The old servant was taken aback for a moment, and then said, "Boss Baili, this bastard almost scalded the prince. This is a serious crime. If the old slave doesn't teach him a lesson, he won't have a long memory."

"My lord hasn't spoken yet! Is it your turn to teach me a lesson!" Baili looked very angry, which surprised Defang, Baili had never been so angry at anyone, let alone shouted so angrily.

Just as the old servant was about to speak, Baili shouted again, "If you dare to use lynching in front of my lord, isn't it even more rampant in private!"

"I...I..." The old servant looked at Baili, "No...not..."

"What's not!" Baili looked at the old waiter with eyes full of anger, and then knelt down to untie the clothes of the little waiter. Before Defang understood what was going on, Baili said, "I knew it would be like this! My lord, look !"

Defang looked at the waiter, and saw that his body was covered with wounds, his wrists were still tied with cloth, and he was shaking non-stop. Only then did Defang realize that the reason why the teacup fell just now might be due to the injuries to his wrists, so he asked "What's going on here? Why is this child so injured?"

"Return...to the prince's words." The old servant was very nervous, "He always... always makes mistakes... this old slave..."

"Could it be you who did it?"

"Not quite...he..."

"You are talking nonsense!" Baili shouted after hearing this, "You have always been like this! There is no one under your hands who will not be beaten!"

The old servant looked at Baili in horror, "Eunuch Baili...what do you mean by that?"

"I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you!" Baili looked at the servant, "How are you? Does it hurt?"

The little servant was in so much pain that he couldn't speak, Baili was very anxious seeing this, turned his head and said, "My lord, he is seriously injured."

"Hurry up and find a medical officer to show him." Defang said

"My lord," said the old servant, "he's just a lowly servant, he doesn't need to see any medical officer."

Baili stood up suddenly, "What a lowly servant! This child... this child..."

The old servant looked at Baili, and Baili held back for a long time and shouted, "He is my adopted son now!"

Hearing this, Defang looked at Baili in surprise, and Baili turned around and knelt in front of Defang, "My lord, please allow Baili to recognize this child as his adopted son!"

Defang didn't feel relieved for a long time, and the old servant at the side hurriedly said, "My lord, Eunuch Baili, this servant is from the imperial palace."