Volume 1342: The Cunning Plan of Mrs. Jiageng

  "Old master, you're back."

  After a short while, the second lady arrived at the main hall with Dongfang Hanluo, her face clearly streaked with tears.

  "What's wrong? Why are you crying?" Seeing the tears on Mrs. Er's face, Dongfang Hong hurriedly stepped forward and held her in his arms, softly comforting her.

  "It's nothing, it's nothing." The second lady hastily wiped away her tears and said in a low voice, but her face was clearly filled with worry.

  "Oh no, Lu'er, what's wrong with your face? It looks like it's going to be disfigured!" At this time, Dongfang Qiutong's mother, the fourth madam, spoke up in a timely manner.

  "Luo Er, what's going on? How did your face get hurt so badly?"

  Seeing Dongfang Hanluo's injury, Dongfang Hong couldn't help but furrow his brow, with a look of concern on his face. Among these children, Dongfang Hanluo was one of the more talented ones, and thus deeply favored by Dongfang Hong.

  "Dad, Lu'er's injury is nothing serious. You've just come back and must be very tired, so you should rest well." Dongfang Hanlu said with a face that seemed to be on the verge of tears, yet also appeared extremely considerate.

  Being cared about by his daughter, Dongfang Hong felt comforted in his heart and became more concerned about Dongfang Hanlu: "What's wrong, is there something you can't tell your father? What's going on?"

  "Waaah... Master."

  Upon hearing Dongfang Hong's words, the second mistress finally burst into tears and recounted everything in an exaggerated manner, of course omitting the fact that Dongfang Hanluo and others had struck first.

  "This wretched girl is so audacious!" Hearing the second wife's words, Dongfang Hong slapped his hand on the table and shouted angrily, "I'd like to see if this wretched girl can also beat me up!" He then went to the bamboo forest to look for Dongfang Fengfei.

  "Master, you've just returned, you should rest well, it's not too late to go tomorrow. I've already ordered someone to prepare hot water for you." The second mistress said with concern as she stepped forward.

  "Alright." Upon hearing Second Madam's words, Dongfang Hong finally stopped in his tracks. In his heart, he thought that this foolish girl didn't require him to go to great lengths either.

  It's night, in the second madam's room.

  "Old Master." The Second Mistress wore a transparent gauze, stretched out her soft and delicate hands to encircle Dongfang Hong's neck, breathing like orchids.

  The Second Mistress has been able to maintain her honor and prestige in the Dongfang manor all these years, not only because she gave birth to a talented eldest daughter, but also due to her exceptional skills in serving people.

  "What a fox spirit!"

  After a month abroad, Dongfang Hong, who had not been with a woman for a long time, was immediately aroused by the teasing of the second lady and rolled onto the bed with her.

  "Ah, Master, be gentle." The second mistress's delicate voice was tinged with a hint of reproach, but her eyes shone with a self-satisfied glint.

  After the storm had passed, the second lady leaned against Dongfang Hong's chest.

  "Master, there's something I'd like to discuss with you." The second mistress said in a shrill voice.

  "What's up?"

  "It's the Chen family coming to propose to Zhu'er."

  "Zhu'er, which zhu'er?" Dongfang Hong furrowed his brow in confusion.

  "It's Pearlie, that little fool's companion."

  "That pearl? No way, she's already a mid-tier martial artist. Even if she were just a martial artist, that would be extremely rare. How could it be easily given to the Chen family?"

  Dongfang Hong's family is the most important thing to him, and he will naturally not agree to anything that goes against his interests.

  "Old master, look at Zhen'er, she's only loyal to that fool and hasn't considered the interests of our Dongfang Manor. Just one glance and you can tell she's a rebellious one. They want Zhen'er as their young mistress, but they've given us enough face and have even promised to use a mid-grade spiritual artifact as a betrothal gift."

  "Mid-tier spiritual artifact?" Upon hearing Er Feng's words, Dong Fang Hong's tone involuntarily relaxed a bit.

  "Yes, sir, you see, exchanging a street-picked-up kid for a spiritual artifact, and it's still a mid-grade spiritual artifact, this is quite a good deal."

  "But..." Dongfang Hong was still hesitant, the spiritual instrument was good, but their Dongfang Manor wasn't particularly rare, on the contrary, it was difficult to find talented people. Zhu'er was only twelve years old and had become a mid-level warrior under no resources, this talent was evident.

  Seeing Dongfang Hong still silent, the second lady knew she needed to increase the dosage.

  "Old master, I heard Hanlu say that silly girl somehow obtained a second-level peak boundary demon beast from somewhere."

  "What? A second-level peak demon beast?" Dongfang Hong's eyes widened as he exclaimed in a low voice.