The Second Young Master's Background is Like This

"Master, I'm also completely clueless right now! If it weren't for the two beautiful young ladies explaining things to me, I wouldn't have known my background was so significant."

His father from the 21st century, Li Tiezhu, had somehow become the younger brother of the Grandmaster-level expert Murong Bo from Zongwu, and even a prince of the fallen kingdom of Great Yan.

His grandmother, who had been dead for who knows how many years, was actually a consort of the emperor who failed to restore Great Yan.

Li Hao didn't know his grandmother's name; he had only seen the memorial tablet at home, and the first two characters were "Li Shi..."

However, when Li Hao spoke those two characters, everyone at Canhe Manor unanimously agreed that the tablet was for Consort Li.

Damn, this works too! In our China, aren't the surnames of married women who pass away always inscribed on their tombstones as "** Shi"?

Of course, Jiumozhi was not present during these discussions. By the time Jiumozhi entered, everyone had already stopped talking.

After all, some secrets couldn't be revealed to outsiders.

However, Li Hao was feeling very weak now. Don't misunderstand, he was weak in conscience, not in his kidneys. If they found out later that he wasn't the second young master, would they chop him up and make dumplings with his meat?

"Since Young Hero Li is Mr. Murong's nephew, why don't we go pay respects at his tombstone together?" Jiumozhi suggested.

"The second young master can naturally go to mourn Lord Murong upon his return to the manor, but as for the Master... that is a forbidden area of our manor, and even family members cannot go there easily," Deng Baichuan, who had followed Murong Bo for many years, naturally knew the secrets within.

Murong Bo was not dead; the tomb was merely a cenotaph, and also served as a secret base for communication.

When Murong Bo had a mission, it would be sent into the cenotaph through a mechanism, and then they would act according to what was written.

"Brother Deng, it's fine. Master Jiumozhi is Mr. Murong Bo's friend. He's here to burn the sword manual to fulfill the old gentleman's dying wish," Li Hao quickly spoke up for Jiumozhi.

"Since the second young master has spoken, I shall escort the Master and the young master there! However, I must state beforehand that it is the ancestral land of the Murong family, and no one is allowed to make loud noises or cause damage there," Deng Baichuan said sternly.

"Don't worry, Brother Deng, we're just going to burn a sword manual," Li Hao said casually.

"Husband, I think Young Master Duan is a very good person. Are you really going to burn him?" Yi Lin, being a nun, had a kind heart and couldn't bear to see others suffer.

As for Ning Zhongze, she wasn't familiar with Duan Yu. If her little man wanted to burn him, so be it; as long as he was happy.

Lin Shiyin's thoughts were the opposite. She wasn't familiar with Li Hao. If she pleaded for him later, Li Hao might think she had taken a liking to Young Master Duan, and his methods might become even more extreme.

"Hmm, it does seem a bit inhumane to burn someone alive!" Li Hao said, stroking his smooth chin.

"This humble one thanks Madam Li for saving my life." Duan Yu, hearing someone plead for him, was overjoyed and quickly thanked Yi Lin for her intercession.

"Then let's chop him up first and then burn him! Xiao Hei, bring some people to move some firewood over. Remember to build a good pyre. I'm afraid if he's not completely burned, and I go down there missing limbs, a leg, or a brain, Mr. Murong won't be satisfied."

"Yan Shun, sharpen your saber well. Be quick with your movements later, one clean cut. Don't let Prince Duan feel any pain. That way, burning him won't be inhumane," Li Hao said, taking Yi Lin's suggestion not to burn him alive.

"Young Master, rest assured, I've already prepared," Yan Shun said, drawing his saber.

Everyone looked. The saber was gleaming and smooth, its edge incredibly sharp. It would be no problem to use it to chop Duan Yu.

"A good saber," Deng Baichuan, also a swordsman, genuinely admired the weapon.

Of course, there was one person who didn't like it. That person was Prince Duan Yu of Dali.

He had been overjoyed to hear he wasn't going to be burned, thinking he had finally escaped danger, but then...

They had just changed his method of death. Being chopped with a saber was indeed less cruel than being burned, and could be considered a more merciful approach.

"Second Young Master, the head steward sent word that this brat is the only son of Prince Duan Zhengchun of Dali. The current Dali emperor intends to pass his throne to Duan Zhengchun and then go to Tianlong Temple to practice Buddhism. If we kill him, it might cause a conflict between the Duan family and our Canhe Manor!" A Bi, upon hearing Li Hao's words, suddenly realized the young man brought by Jiumozhi was not as simple as a beggar.

"That's right, Second Young Master. Keeping him alive would be very helpful for our future efforts to restore Yan. Killing him would be more of a loss than a gain," Deng Baichuan also stepped forward to persuade him.

These people, except for A Zhu, had been hereditary retainers of the Li family. Therefore, everything they did was for the sake of restoring their kingdom.

"Nonsense, you think he's Duan Zhengchun's son! Duan Zhengchun doesn't know his identity now. If he knew, who knows how he'd deal with him?" Li Hao scoffed.

His words stunned everyone in the hall, even Jiumozhi perked up his ears.

Who said monks are detached from worldly affairs? Didn't you see that even the enlightened high monk Master Jiumozhi was a gossip?

"Nonsense! My father is Duan Zhengchun, and my mother is Princess Dao Baifeng of Zhennan. You mustn't slander me. My father is about to become the Dali emperor. As long as you let me go, I guarantee that when your Murong family raises an army to restore your kingdom, Dali will give its full support." Duan Yu also began to try and tempt Li Hao.

There was no other way; he was afraid of dying too. He was so young, he hadn't even broken his first blood, a mere fledgling. It would be too much of a waste to die.

"Heh heh, Prince of Dali, did your mother not tell you that you are the bastard child of her and a beggar! Moreover, this beggar has a deep enmity with Duan Zhengchun, a relationship of mortal enemies. If you were to know your true identity, he would probably kill you himself."

Li Hao continued to drop bombshells, this time directly pointing out that Duan Yu was the son of a beggar.

"Outside Tianlong Temple, under the Bodhi tree, a disheveled beggar, a Kwan-yin with long hair. He couldn't possibly be that person's child!" Lin Shiyin said, covering her mouth.

Lin Shiyin, intelligent and quick-witted since childhood, had read the Four Books and Five Classics and the histories of various dynasties. She was very interested in the trivial matters of royal families.

When Li Hao had confronted Duan Yanqing before, she had been held in Li Hao's arms. She had heard every word Li Hao said clearly and remembered it all without a single mistake.

"This beautiful elder sister, my mother Dao Baifeng is the Princess of Zhennan, and also the daughter of the Baiyi Tribe chief. She detested men who were promiscuous, flirtatious, and had affairs everywhere. How could such a noble woman have an affair with a beggar?" Duan Yu quickly explained.

Li Hao had ruined his mother's reputation, and as her son, he couldn't stand idly by and watch.

However, the others present also held reservations about what Li Hao said.

The second young master was probably talking nonsense, trying to fool Duan Yu. After all, this was the royal family's lineage; it happened over a decade ago. How could the second young master know?