Family

After the family porridge and pastries came small jars of fist-sized black-bone chicken and mountain ginseng soup, five-flavor mutton soup, squab soup, crucian carp brain marrow soup, and more—over a dozen varieties of soups to replenish vital energy, regulate the spirit, and nourish the internal organs. "Madam, spare me! Just now, the Yujing Prefecture Governor sent bailiffs over. They said Zhao Han of our Marquis Mansion robbed his master's property, committed violence, and fled. He was seized on the spot by Princess Zhennan's guards. He has now been thrown into prison, the case has already been settled, and he is to be exiled three thousand li to the frontier as a slave to armored men." Hong Yi had rented this place with money and was staying here temporarily, firstly because of the beautiful landscape, and secondly because Yujing Temple was filled with expert Daoists; should anything happen, they would offer a measure of protection. Lady Zhao abruptly rose to her feet. "What! Say that again!" Having breakfast at this hour every day was a rule the southern Zhao Family had maintained for many years, unshakable as thunder. Lady Zhao was the mistress of the Marquis Mansion, and she had brought the southern aristocratic family's extravagance, refinement, and grand style with her into the mansion. Outside the city, in a quiet courtyard residence of Yujing Temple, Huang Yu repeated herself... At this moment, in the main residence of Marquis Wuwen, it was also breakfast time. "What are you making such a fuss over? No sense of decorum. Go to the punishment room later and receive ten slaps." Lady Zhao frowned and shouted. He was ten feet tall, as sturdy as a water buffalo; iron staff in hand, he looked like a Vajra warrior. Shen Tianyang stood behind Hong Yi, watching as