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"Humph, I don't care about that. Why should I do something so degrading?" Qi Xiaopeng glanced back at the person on the main seat, who was resting with closed eyes. "Father, am I right?"
"Listen more to your elder brother," came the reply.
Qi Xiaopeng felt a surge of irritation. "Father, do you also think Xiao Qi is really successful now?"
"What status does he have? And what status do you have? There's no need for comparison."
Hearing this, Qi Xiaopeng felt a flicker of joy. "Father is right; he is just a small fry—"
*Cough cough!*
Qi Xiao Kun interrupted him with a cough and turned to their father. "Xiao Qi is still holding onto his past grievances."
Qi Xiaopeng immediately retorted in anger, "Of course! Just yesterday, I apologized to him on the street, and he didn't show me any mercy at all. He broke my arm without hesitation and even threatened to kill me if I ever appeared before him again!"
Qi Xiao Kun added in agreement, "Sigh, his temperament is still the same as when he was young. The court is not like home; being willful and reckless can have dire consequences. It's not just a matter of getting hit or scolded; it could cost you your life."
"Father, how about this? When he comes out later, I'll invite him over to catch up. After all, we're family, and it's embarrassing for others to see us at odds like this. But I wonder if Xiao Qi would be willing to give me this face as his older brother."
After their exchange, they expected their father to refuse the meeting. However, to their surprise, he replied, "Let's talk about it later."
Qi Xiaopeng's face immediately darkened with anger, but Qi Xiao Kun silenced him with a look.
The backyard of Ji Tang was quite spacious. It was clear that several rooms had been cleared out for the Ouyang Family members to stay in. The other women had been arranged elsewhere, leaving only a few to attend to the men.
Inside the room, cries of pain echoed continuously as the women stood helplessly by, silently shedding tears.
Qi Xiaomian led Sang Qingxiao into the largest room and quietly introduced her to Ouyang Jun.
He was burned in multiple places but seemed much better off than the other members of the Ouyang Family. He lay there without making a sound, staring blankly at the ceiling as if he had lost all sensation.
"Ouyang Jun," Qi Xiaomian called out but received no response.
He found two chairs for himself and Sang Qingxiao and sat down.
"I am Qi Xiaomian, the Yongxin Marquis of this dynasty. I wonder if Ouyang Jun has heard of me? The Ouyang Family sent a message to the court; His Majesty gave me a copy as I was coming to deliver congratulations on behalf of the court. Little did I expect to witness the Ouyang Family's misfortune firsthand."
"As Deputy of The Office of Censors," he continued confidently, "I pride myself on having some insights into investigations. Would it be convenient for Ouyang Jun to share what happened at that time? Perhaps I can help seek justice for the Ouyang Family."
Ouyang Jun remained unresponsive as if he hadn't heard anything.
Qi Xiaomian then turned his gaze to the woman beside him. "This must be Ouyang Madam? If so, would you mind sharing your thoughts with me?"
The woman’s expression was awkward as she said, "This servant is not the lady, just a concubine. The lady suddenly went missing a few days ago, and the Ouyang Family has been searching for her ever since, but they still haven't found her."
"The lady of the house is missing?" The timing of her disappearance seemed rather suspicious; one couldn't help but wonder if it was related to the Great Fire.
The woman continued, "The relationship between the master and the lady was quite good, but for some reason, starting from a while ago, the lady began to argue with the master constantly. The master grew impatient with her nagging and slapped her across the face. There was nothing but hatred in her eyes."
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