This sentence made everyone's expressions change. The old lady's life was in vain now that she didn't know that Zhou Yitian was going to cause trouble when she returned home. "Who are you trying to make unhappy during the New Year?"

Zhou Yitian suddenly stood up, swung his hand, and the whip fell directly on the table between Zhou Boyan and Zhou Zhongling. The desk broke with a sound. Even though Zhou Boyan tried his best to restrain himself, he was frightened to get up and take a few steps back.

Zhou Zhongyin howled in fright and ran behind Ms. Liu.

"Evil!" The old lady stood up angrily, "Master Marquis, you should also say something."

Zhou Tangyao's eyes fell on his son after his name was called.

Zhou Yitian looked back indifferently. There was a blood connection between father and son, but their actual relationship was not much better than that of strangers.

This cold gaze made Zhou Tangyao's heart ache slightly. Zhou Yitian's appearance was very good, and she looked more like his dead wife when he was a child. It always made him feel uncomfortable every time they met, so in the end he chose to avoid seeing her.

He has been a coward from beginning to end, but that doesn't mean he can be manipulated by others.

"What do you want?" Zhou Tangyao asked.

"Loyalty, filial piety and justice." Zhou Yitian looked at the big characters above their heads mockingly, "If you ruin the reputation of the Marquis Mansion, you will be punished."

"When will it be your turn to intervene in the second wife's affairs?" Nurse Liu couldn't help blurting out.

Zhou Yitian didn't answer, just looked at Zhou Tangyao.When he committed a crime, it was equivalent to being expelled from the Hou Mansion.

"Third brother is indeed at fault." Zhou Boyan quickly regained his composure and scolded his siblings: "Why don't you come over and apologize."

Zhou Zhongying has believed that the Hou Mansion belongs to the second house since he was a child. Whether it was Zhou Tangyao who returned to the house after a long time or Zhou Yitian who rarely showed up, he didn't take it seriously.

In the past few years, he had been pampered and pampered. If he wanted to bow his head, he should apologize to the two people he regarded as dependents and depended on his second wife for a living. Unwilling to do so, he tugged at the corner of Liu's clothes and asked her to speak.

"Zhou Zhongying." Zhou Boyan scolded him, "Like a man, he dares to do what he wants."

Mrs. Liu pushed Zhou Zhongying out in embarrassment.

Zhou Zhongling reluctantly stepped forward. He was far away from Zhou Yitian because he was afraid of the nine-section whip. He held his hand to Zhou Tangyao and said, "Uncle, my nephew is wrong."

Zhou Tangyao didn't answer, his eyes always fell on Zhou Yitian.

Zhou Boyan noticed Zhou Tangyao's eyes and frowned almost imperceptibly, "There is also eldest brother."

Zhou Zhongying glanced at Zhou Boyan quickly, why did he want to apologize to Zhou Yitian?

Zhou Boyan glanced at him and forced him with his eyes.

Zhou Zhongying looked at Zhou Yitian awkwardly, "I'm sorry, brother."

"For ruining the reputation of the Hou Mansion, you are sorry for the ancestors of the Zhou family."

As soon as Zhou Yitian finished speaking, the room fell silent.

"Zhou Zhongying went to the ancestral hall to think about his mistakes behind closed doors." Finally, Zhou Tangyao broke the silence, "You can't come out until the fifteenth day of the first lunar month."

"On the New Year's Day, in the freezing weather, the Marquis actually made Ying'er kneel down in the ancestral hall?" The old lady was the first to speak out, "I don't allow this."

"Yes! During this New Year's Day, if word gets out, what will happen to the reputation of the Marquis as a second wife?" Mrs. Liu also spoke anxiously.

"Brother, this kid is ignorant." Although Zhou Junxiang was angry at his younger son for not living up to expectations, he didn't think Zhou Tangyao should interfere in the second house's family affairs. "I will teach him well when I get back later, so I won't bother my brother."

Each of them said a word, but Zhou Boyan didn't say a word. His eyes fell on Zhou Yitian, feeling uneasy in his heart.

"Today is really an eye-opener." Zhou Yitian snorted coldly, "It turns out that the master of Kunyang Hou Mansion is really not Zhou Tangyao."

It was treasonous for him to call Zhou Tangyao by his first name, but the second wife had no intention of doing so at this time. They had been the masters of the house for many years, and although they did not forget that Zhou Tangyao was the real master, they did not take the gentle him seriously. If taken seriously, this mentality was even more treasonous than Zhou Yitian calling Zhou Tangyao by his first name.

"Brother, I misunderstood." Zhou Boyan stepped forward, "My grandfather and my parents lost their sense of caution because they were eager to protect their younger brother. There was no disrespect to the Marquis."

"Really?" Zhou Yitian looked directly at Zhou Boyan, "Then what should you do?"

Zhou Boyan pursed his lips and immediately called the servants to force Zhou Zhongying into the ancestral hall.

Seeing his decisive decision, Zhou Yitian raised his eyebrows and said, "You are indeed a character. No wonder my father loves you."

Zhou Boyan's expression moved slightly, but he didn't say a word.

Zhou Zhongying looked at the servants who came up and punched and kicked him in anger, "You bastard, don't touch me! Why do you punish me? You are outsiders. This is my home, not a place for you to run wild!"

Zhou Boyan became angry and told his servant, "Quickly push the man down and stop his mouth."

Zhou Yitian looked at the several servants mockingly, unable to even catch any of them. Who are they acting for?As soon as he moved his hand, the nine-section whip was swung out.

There was a burst of screams in the hall, among which Zhou Zhongying was the most shrill.

The whip directly cut through Zhou Zhongling's robe, and the skin on his back was torn. He was knocked to the ground, wailing in pain.

The old lady turned pale with fright, "Evil, evil!"

Zhou Yitian didn't seem to hear anything. He moved his wrist and used his strength to wrap the whip around his arm. "Gu Liang, push the person down and have someone keep an eye on him. No one is allowed to come in or out until he is fifteen."

Gu Liang and the others outside the door strode forward and grabbed Zhou Zhongying who was lying on the ground like a chicken.

Zhou Zhongying was in so much pain that he no longer had the strength to struggle.

Mrs. Liu was reluctant to give up, so she stepped forward to stop him.

Zhou Yitian said coldly, "Master Hou said, what? Even you want to disobey me?"

Mrs. Liu stiffened when she heard this.

Zhou Yitian glanced at everyone with an indifferent look, and strode away without looking back.

Zhou Tangyao's eyes followed his tall figure, as if he had not heard the reprimand and resentment of the old lady and his second wife, and he turned the beads in his hand again.

It's snowing heavily outside the door, and it's late at night. After this new year, things will change in the Hou Mansion.

Chapter 11 Whiplash and Sanctions on New Year’s Eve (2)

Zhao Xiaoya could see that the slaves in Zhuangzi were in a low mood because of Gu Qiaocheng's death, so when Zhou Yitian returned to the Hou Mansion, she ignored the fears of the servants and cooked a large table of delicious food herself, so that everyone could gather in the small hall to have a lively meal.

There were three large tables of people sitting in the room, and it finally felt like celebrating the New Year.

The concierge, Uncle Chen, had a mouth full of oil after eating, and couldn't help but admire, "These wines and dishes are so delicious, and the girl's craftsmanship is so good."

Zhao Xiaoya's eyes were full of smiles, "Eat more if you like it."

"His stomach is full. If he eats more, he might burst." Aunt Chen, who was standing by, pointed at her husband's stomach, causing a burst of laughter.

Zhao Xiaoya had a smile on her face and looked at everyone's joy. She had never dared to imagine such happiness in her entire life.

In the Zhao family, she usually couldn't even get to the dinner table. In her previous life, she left the Zhao family and went to the capital to work in a restaurant. The widow cook who took her in was kind-hearted, but the owner of the restaurant was harsh. It was good to have a full meal, let alone good wine and food.

Seeing that everyone around her had only been with her for a few days, but they truly regarded her as one of their own, she felt grateful.

It was late at night, and you could vaguely hear the sound of fireworks being set off in the capital. Everyone in the hall had eaten and drank enough, and was talking quietly, observing the custom of staying up late on New Year's Eve.

Zhao Xiaoya stood in the courtyard wearing a cloak, not afraid of the cold, her eyes fell in the direction of the capital, thinking that Zhou Yitian should stay up late in the Kunyang Hou Mansion at this moment.

"Girl, it's cold." Aunt Xia stepped forward, "Go inside."

Zhao Xiaoya turned around and smiled at her. Just as he was about to speak, he vaguely heard the sound of horse hooves coming from far and near outside the door.

She thought it was an illusion until the sound of horse hooves stopped in front of the door. Her eyes lit up. She came to the door and pulled the wooden bolt before Uncle Chen ran over to open the door.

Zhou Yitian turned over and dismounted with Zhou Yue, looked at the petite figure appearing behind the door, and raised his eyebrows."You're back."

Zhao Xiaoya rushed to him.

Zhou Yitian responded softly and looked behind her.

The servants who were still in the hall heard the commotion, and now they all ran out and stood respectfully aside.

He reached out and touched her hand, and the cold touch made him frown.

Zhao Xiaoya saw his expression change and immediately said: "I just stood outside for a while and felt cold to the touch. It's actually not cold. I wore thick clothes."

Zhou Yitian looked her up and down and felt that her body was still too thin.

Zhao Xiaoya's hand gently covered his arm, puzzled by the hardness underneath.

Zhou Yitian lifted up his sleeves, untied the nine-section whip wrapped around his arm, and handed it to her hand. The weight of it made Zhao Xiaoya's eyes widen.