Marquis Jing'an failed to block it!
Clutching his backside, he rolled on the ground and howled!
Qing Da dropped the stick, clapped his hands, and declared smugly, "Someone! Give him two steamed buns and take him to the Government Office!"
Marquis Jing'an's face was darker than coal.
"You lowly slave! How dare you... Agh!"
Before he could finish, Qing Da delivered another vicious kick to his stomach, then raised his chin. "Hmph! That'll teach you to kick me!"
"Forget the buns! Take him straight to the Government Office!"
Exhausted and in agony, Marquis Jing'an gazed at the gates of his home right before him, desperately wishing he could be reunited with his family.
But he was in too much pain to straighten up, and several Household Guards could only drag him off to the Government Office.
Having given his orders, Qing Da turned and walked away proudly.
Hmph. Madam Liu Wan was right. A gentleman could wait ten years to take his revenge.
He quickened his steps toward Xie Zimu's courtyard.
"Young Master, I gave your grandfather a beating and handed him over to the authorities!"
Had he not known that was Marquis Jing'an?
No, he had known!
Precisely because he knew it was Marquis Jing'an, Qing Da had jabbed him in the asshole. Otherwise, it would have been hard to seize him and turn him over to the authorities.
Precisely because he knew it was Marquis Jing'an, he had put every ounce of his strength into that kick.
And all of this had been ordered by the Eldest Young Master.
Xie Zimu narrowed his eyes slightly. Setting down his book, he told Qing Da, "We'll be able to leave this place soon."
Qing Da nodded. "This old servant will follow you wherever you go!"
Inside the Government Office's Jail.