After wearing the book, Ben Gong lay down all the way to win

Chapter 515 Stirring the Hornet's Nest (1)

Thinking of this, she yelled loudly: "Killed, killed!"

This yelling attracted a group of prostitutes, customers, old bustards, Guigong and others from Piaoxiangyuan to watch.

After all, Wang Zhanpeng was a respectable person, so naturally he couldn't let people know that he was being cuckolded, so he let people throw out the naked and half-dead An Jiahe, while he grabbed Qin Yuqiu and immediately went to the Fragrance Court.

He treated An Jiahe like this, although he took a breath of anger, but he didn't know that his actions were tantamount to stabbing a hornet's nest.

An Jiahe often came to Piaoxiangyuan to look for flowers and ask willows. The old bustard here naturally knew this precious eldest son. Seeing him being beaten like this, he was frightened to death.

The old bustard ordered people to carry An Jiahe to the room, and at the same time sent people to inform Ningyuanhou's mansion to come and rescue her.

An Shanhai, Marquis of Ningyuan, heard that his son was beaten in a brothel, he was startled and angry, and rushed to Piaoxiangyuan to see his son.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, the old blood is about to spurt out when you look at it.

An Jiahe was beaten with a bruised nose and a swollen face, covered in blood, like a broken straw, lying half dead on the bed.

An Jiahe is the single bloodline of the An family. An Shanhai almost held this only son in his palm for fear of flying away, and held him in his mouth for fear of melting. Seeing him being beaten like this, how could he not be furious?
An Shanhai immediately asked the bustard angrily: "Who is it? Who hit my son?"

The old bustard didn't dare to hide it, she immediately wiped out the matter of Wang Zhanpeng like beans poured out of a bamboo tube.

An Shanhai was so angry that he was trembling all over, and said grimly: "What a Wang Zhanpeng, he dares to do such a cruel thing to my son, I think he is tired of work."

Although the old bustard sent someone to notify An Shanhai in time, he told Wang Zhanpeng in detail.

But the Piaoxiangyuan, which she had been running all her life, was razed to the ground by An Shanhai in a rage.

Although An Shanhai felt sorry for his son, he was a relatively rational person.

He knew very well that if Wang Zhanpeng knew his son's identity, he would never dare to do such a murderous thing to An Jiahe, someone must be plotting behind his back.

Therefore, before taking his son back to the Marquis' Mansion, An Shanhai ordered people to investigate the matter again, focusing on investigating the people in Piaoxiangyuan, and if he found anyone suspicious, he would be arrested and interrogated immediately.

However, what An Shanhai didn't expect was that Ting Lan had already guarded against his move.

Just when Xiangxiang yelled loudly and attracted people from the Piaoxiang courtyard to watch, she had already fled out while the gold and silver were in chaos.

After walking around the city of Beijing for more than half a circle, he finally fled to a ruined temple in the western suburbs.

Ting Lan arranged for her natal housekeeper to wait again. Seeing Xiangxiang coming over so quickly, she couldn't help laughing and said, "Very well, you are very smart, and you got away so quickly. My family really didn't misunderstand the person."

Xiangxiang said humbly: "My family knows that Ningyuanhou's mansion is notoriously fierce and ruthless, and now the only single seedling has an accident in a brothel, with Ningyuanhou's style, how can he let go of the people related to it, etc. If the servants don’t escape as soon as possible, I’m afraid they won’t know how to die.”

The steward nodded approvingly: "That's right, he is a smart man who knows how to assess the situation."

After that, he took out a large-amount silver note and ten gold leaves from his sleeve, and said, "These 1000 taels of silver are the remuneration agreed in advance, and the ten gold leaves are my family's extra reward for your ability in doing things. Paint your face black immediately, put on peasant women's clothes, and go out of town."

(End of this chapter)