"Where is the young master, where is the little young master, where have they gone? What are you doing, huh!?!!" Within Balibao, the Chuixue Manor butler was scolding, while a line of guards stood in front of him, each bowing their heads like little quails. "Speak up, why isn’t anyone speaking!" At this moment, someone hurriedly approached the butler: "We’ve found out, the little young master was taken away! It was someone from this Balibao, maybe they had evil thoughts because the little young master was dressed well." The butler was frantically circling: "Quickly inform the Master, if anything really happens to the little young master, just you wait, see if the Master doesn’t have you all stewed alive!!" Don’t be fooled by the Master’s usual gentle and polished demeanor; when truly angry, he is very intimidating. Just like last year, when the little young master fell seriously ill, a doctor came to the manor, but who knows where that quack came from. Not only did he fail to cure the little young master, but he also made the young master’s condition worse. At that time, the Master was so cold he almost rendered that man unable to move from fear. The source of thɪs content is novel[f]ire.net Some people, when not angry, are calm, but when angry, they are earth-shattering; this describes the Master perfectly! Purple Garden used to be a ruin; other places were not much managed, but Xihui Courtyard was rebuilt according to the original appearance. Amidst this vast ruin, the yard that stood up appeared particularly striking and conspicuous in contrast. Yixuan was holding a shovel, transplanting a crabapple tree. He looked at the sky, and suddenly his eyebrows furrowed slightly. Why haven’t they returned yet? Today Wangwang went out with the butler, and they were supposed to return by noon, but now... "Master, it’s not good, the little young master is missing!" "What did you say!??!!" Yixuan’s face suddenly turned ferocious, causing the reporting servant to tremble with fear. "The little, little young master...in Balibao, was taken away by, by a man..." Yixuan dropped the shovel and walked out expressionlessly. As the person was about to follow, he saw Yixuan turn around coldly. That cold gaze was truly frightening, making the servant freeze in place. Outside Xihui Courtyard, Yixuan mounted a horse. He rode into Balibao, the butler trembling: "Mas-Mas-Master..." Yixuan’s expression was indifferent: "Continue investigating, make sure to find Wangwang for me before tonight!" The butler shivered, quickly telling everyone behind him: "Hurry up and go!" So everyone scattered chaotically. And at this moment, Little Wuwang was lying in "Shushu’s" arms, sleeping soundly, completely unaware of how anxious and angry his own father was, causing the manor’s guards’ legs to shake uncontrollably with fear. Shujun and Yue Ning returned from outside. Shujun’s peach blossom eyes sparkled, "Oh, where did this child come from?" Dong Huiying smiled and replied, "He seems to have gotten separated from his family." Shujun clicked his tongue in wonder, and at that moment, the child smacked his lips as if dreaming of something tasty, his little head burrowing into Dong Huiying’s arms. Dong Huiying stood up: "The wind is picking up..." This child sleeps too deeply; let’s not let him catch a cold. She carried the little one towards the tent. "Give me back the child!" A disheveled man rushed over, looking anxious and frantic. Stopping in her tracks, Dong Huiying turned to see a strange middle-aged man. The middle-aged man looked at Little Wuwang in Dong Huiying’s arms, the child with a gold lock around his neck—this cursed little creature, if not for...