No one was surprised to hear that Mr. Wu had returned. At first, they thought the servant was making a fuss over nothing. After all, Mr. Wu's corpse had been back for more than a day. But it wasn't until they heard the last part that they realized something had changed.
On the way there, they could see that Wu Manor was in chaos. A crowd had gathered in front of one of the gates, and quite a few people were carrying bundles and bags of luggage.
Laifu was blocking the gate, refusing to let anyone leave. Cries and arguments rose in a jumble.
"If you won't let us go, are you expecting our branch to wait here to die just like your branch?" a woman shouted. Her voice cut through the commotion.
Laifu stood in front of the gate, using his body to block the way. "Everyone, please stay calm. Second Young Master has invited several highly skilled masters. They've agreed to help, and the master's situation will be resolved soon."
"Bullshit!" A boy, not quite grown, charged over and slapped Laifu hard across the face. The sharp crack instantly silenced the crowd.
As Second Young Master's personal attendant, Laifu held a far higher position in Wu Manor than an ordinary servant. The boy was dressed in fine clothes. He rolled up his sleeves, still cursing, and seemed unwilling to let Laifu off. "The eldest young master's about to die, and your Second Young Master can barely draw breath. What, you want me, the Third Young Master, to stay here and wait for death too, so the Wu family dies out?"
"You dog of a servant! I bet you're waiting for us all to die so you can divide up the Wu family fortune, aren't you?"
His words made