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After hearing Gu Yannian's order, four or five servants who looked like wolves and tigers rushed forward instantly.

Gu Huai's eyes narrowed and he waved the rusty hatchet in his hand to resist desperately.

But his body, which had been working for many years and recovering from a serious illness, was too weak.

A strong servant looked for a flaw and kicked Gu Huai hard on the wrist.

The hatchet fell to the ground with a sound.

Two servants pounced on him, pinned Gu Huai down on the dirty muddy ground that exuded a musty smell, cut his arms behind his back, and held him up.

Gu Yannian strode forward without any hesitation, raised his hand and gave him a heavy slap.

Gu Huai was hit so hard that he turned his head away, a flash of scarlet suddenly appeared from the corner of his mouth, and he felt a buzzing in his ears.

"Beast, who gave you the courage to attack your brother?"

Gu Yannian looked down at him condescendingly, his eyes so cold that there was no warmth at all.

On the other side, Gu Jun, who was hiding by the door, was still hunching over and retching.

While spitting out acidic water, he pointed at Gu Huai and complained viciously.

"Father, mother... kill him... ugh..."

"I came here with good intentions to wake this loser up, but he dared to hit me with that dirty chamber pot and threatened to hack me to death."

Smelling the pungent smell of urine, Yan covered her mouth and nose with a brocade handkerchief in disgust.

"Come here, take the second young master down quickly to wash up and change clothes."

She turned her head and stared at Gu Huai on the ground, her eyes full of vicious resentment.

"Master, this bastard dares to humiliate Jun'er like this. Today, we must have his hands cut off and make his life worse than death."

However, Gu Yannian frowned slightly and raised his hand to stop Yan.

"Master, he treats Jun'er like this..."

Gu Yannian interrupted Yan again.

"Madam, have you forgotten why we came to him?"

He frowned and looked at Gu Huai, a hint of coldness flashed across his face, but he endured it in the end.

"Although the Zhao family has declined, it is still the palace of the Duke. It is no longer reasonable for us to find him to replace Jun'er. If we destroy his hands again..."

"If this matter really comes to His Majesty, we won't be able to explain it."

When Mrs. Yan heard this, her chest heaved with anger, but she could only give up bitterly.

Gu Yannian endured the stench in the woodshed and glanced at Gu Huai with disgust.

"Pull him down, wash him well, change into decent clothes, and bring him to the main hall to see me."

After that, he swung his sleeves, turned around and strode away.

Like dragging a dead dog, several servants roughly pulled Gu Huai to the deep well in the backyard.

"His" sound.

Gu Huai's tattered coarse clothes were torn to pieces mercilessly by his servants.

The late autumn morning breeze is chilly to the bones.

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