Returning from the banquet to the Huai Palace, it was almost dusk.

Behind Ling Feng and Ye Feibai, he always felt something was wrong with Ye Feibai after the banquet was over.

His whole body exudes a colder breath than before.

His face was gloomy, faintly cold, making people afraid to approach.

Ling Feng thought about it hard and found that this emotion seemed to have emerged after Miss Su Er and Young Master Jinyang jointly found the murderer, could it be...

Just stepping into the Ning Palace, Ye Feibai heard a noise coming from inside.

He stood still in the yard, looked in the noisy direction, frowning involuntarily.

Several guards were holding a servant in the mansion. This person was terrified, but he could faintly see that he didn't care.

The manager in the mansion was standing in front of a few people, with an angry expression on his face: "What a courage! You actually sold the things in the mansion?"

The man shook his hand quickly: "No, no, the small one just looks strange, take it over and take a look. Don't take care of the small one!"

The beard trembled with anger, this man was the nephew of the queen's nanny, always arrogant and domineering.

He used to behave outside in the name of Duke Huai's Mansion, and every time he was punished, he said that he would never commit the crime again in the future, so he spared him.

Unexpectedly, he has become more aggressive now, wanting to sell the things in the mansion, thinking that he lost the bet outside, and then he made this idea.

"You can move things in the mansion?! Something you don't know what it is!"

The man was not convinced, and raised his head to refute, but at a glance he saw Ye Feibai standing at the door, and suddenly shrank his neck.

But he changed his mind to think that, although King Huai Xingzi was indifferent, he never cared about the affairs of the house.

Only then did he let go of his heart, and begged for mercy with a bitter face: "The little one is really curious, and he won't do it again in the future, but just forgive him this time..."

While speaking, he also secretly glanced at Ye Feibai.

He thought that Ye Feibai would leave directly, but he didn't expect him to come here with a calm face, and he was so scared that he couldn't even speak.

The steward heard the footsteps, turned his head to see Ye Feibai, and saw that his cold face was angry: "Master, are you back?"

Ye Feibai didn't reply, and sat aside casually.

He glanced faintly at the kneeling subordinate, his voice was a little careless: "What's the matter?"

A hint of surprise flashed in the steward's eyes. Ye Feibai had never paid attention to the affairs of the mansion in the past, and had all the power to him and Mother Zhou to deal with it. Today, how did he deal with this matter?

A trace of impatience passed in Ye Feibai's eyes.

The steward hurriedly pointed to the person and said, "This kid was thinking of selling the antiques in the mansion. I happened to be caught upright, and he is still denying him."

The man hurriedly explained: "Master, the little one doesn't want to sell, the little one just wants to see it."

The steward couldn't help but shouted: "Then what are these?! Do you want to take it outside the house to see?"

Following the steward's hand, Ye Feibai saw some rare objects scattered on the ground, including some small antiques.

The man froze, lowering his head not knowing how to quibble.

"I know you." Ye Feibai's cold voice sounded, and the man's drooping head suddenly raised.

There was a hint of joy on his face, and he forced a smile to say: "The prince remembers that the villain is an honor to be a villain, and the aunt said last time..."

Ye Feibai's face was gloomy: "Fight a hundred boards."

At this moment, the person still couldn't react, with a face full of consternation, and even forgot to beg for mercy.

The steward was stunned, and if this one hundred board hits, I am afraid that his life is gone. He looked up and saw Ye Feibai. He was leaning back on the chair, with a faint coolness in his laziness, and the expression on his face was uncertain and unfathomable.

He bit his head and whispered: "Master, he is the queen's nurse..."

Ye Feibai didn't care at all, and coldly glanced at the guards behind the man, and a word came out from his thin red lips: "Hit!"

"Yes!" The two guards hurriedly turned around and took the bench and board.

The man had a few hints of joy before, and at this moment, the whole person seemed to be drowned in ice water, and his whole body was trembling coldly.

He kept kowtow towards Ye Fei: "Forgive me, the prince is forgiving, the little one will never dare anymore... the prince, the little one will never dare anymore!"

Ye Feibai took a sip of his tea, indifferent.

Because Ye Feibai was on the scene, the two guards who performed the responsibility of the stick did not dare to show mercy at all, and each hit was solid.

This time, people wailed every time they suffered, and kept begging for mercy: "Master, prince, the little one really dare not, let the little one forgive this time..."

Ye Feibai drank tea leisurely, ignoring the scene before him.

The other servants in the mansion have never seen Feibai who spends the night personally handle the affairs of the mansion, and the object of punishment this time is actually the son of the queen's nurse.

This player is suffering from forty bans, and his back is already **** and fleshy, and his voice is miserable.

When the other people saw each other, surprise and fear appeared on their faces, each of them shrank their heads, not daring to speak.

Ye Feibai looked up and looked at the bright red blood. Su Ying's delicate and stubborn face suddenly appeared in his mind, as well as those clear eyes.

Ye Feibai's brows moved slightly, and her index finger tapped the table top.

The picture in his mind changed, and was replaced by a peony mask with a metallic luster.

Then the two images slowly recombined into one person.

Ye Feibai thought of Wei Yingluo, and gently shook his head, shaking off the absurd idea in his mind.

He touched his forehead with his hand: "Take him down and don't keep it."

Ye Feibai finished speaking, got up and left.

The steward wiped the sweat from his head, and saw that the punished servant was dying: "Hurry up and take it!"

Ye Feibai had never felt this upset. Even if he had already punished someone to vent his anger, the feeling of boredness in his heart did not go away. It must be because of the heat in the summer.

A black curtain covers the night sky, dotted with sparkling stars.

Ye Feibai wandered around in the mansion, and Ling Feng followed him silently.

Ye Feibai just walked unconsciously. When he recovered, Ming Yuxuan was right in front of him. The place was fresh and elegant, with green vegetation and trees and shadows, with a special charm.

Ye Feibai paused. This was the courtyard where Su Ying had lived before.

Ye Feibai stared at the courtyard for a moment, when Ling Feng saw him looking thoughtful, he couldn't help but said, "Master, do you want to go in and take a look?"

Ye Feibai paused, and just came in, Wei Yingluo's soft voice came from behind: "Master, are you back to the house?"

Ye Feibai gave an inaudible hum.

Wei Yingluo squeezed forward enthusiastically, and poor Ling Feng could only stand farther away.