The servant shuddered in fright at Dai Hao's words.
He could not imagine how the duke would feel when he saw his second son.
Meanwhile, Dai Hao had already stormed ahead.
"Husband, wait for me."
The Duchess called out and hurried after him.
Before long, the two reached the Front Hall.
Before they even drew near, they heard cries coming from inside.
"Second Young Master, Second Young Master..."
Dai Hao also saw a crowd blocking the entrance to the Front Hall.
"It seems my second son throws his weight around quite a bit at home. So many people at his beck and call-even I, the duke, can't hold a candle to his grandeur."
Dai Hao's expression darkened further.
"Husband, please don't be angry yet. Could there be some misunderstanding?"
After soothing him, the Duchess turned and shouted at the crowd, "What are you doing? Can't you see the duke is here? Get out of the way!"
"Ah?"
"The duke is here."
"Make way!"
At the Duchess's words, the crowd hurriedly parted to open a passage.
Only then did Dai Hao and the Duchess discover what had happened inside.
A young man drenched in blood lay motionless on the floor of the hall.
Physicians and healing-type Soul Masters surrounded him, continually trying to save him.
They were the ones crying out for the Second Young Master.
They were begging Dai Huabin not to die.
"Ah!"
After a brief silence, the Duchess let out a piercing scream. "My son! My son, what happened to you?"
All her stately elegance vanished as she rushed forward in panic.
She cried out as she ran.
"My son..."
Yet she had barely taken two steps before her long skirt tripped her.
She crashed heavily to the floor.
Her head split open, blood streaming down.
But she