Wei’s eldest son glanced at his arm. Amid all the death and devastation, he didn’t find this swelling laughable, but said with concern: “Quickly come with me. I’ve brought the best physicians from the city—”
But the youth pulled back his arm, saying lazily: “What good physicians could you have in this backwater place? Eldest Young Master, just give me some good medicine and mountain delicacies from your family to help me recover.”
The servants beside Wei’s eldest son again showed displeasure.
Wei’s eldest son remained a kind elder brother, indulgent toward an unruly younger sibling, nodding with a smile: “That’s only proper.” He ordered his servants: “Quickly escort Young Master Xie into the city to the old residence, and bring out the family’s mountain goods for the young master’s recovery.”
The servants responded in acknowledgment. The youth also stopped pestering, pulling at the maidservants beside him: “Let’s go, let’s go. We’ll find another place to play.”
The maidservants clustered around the youth with smiles and got into the carriage.
The Xie family servants looked uncomfortable and bowed to Wei’s eldest son: “Young Master Yanlai lacked discipline in his youth. We’re ashamed.”
Wei’s eldest son had clearly heard about this Young Master Yanlai’s background and smiled: “No matter, no matter. Don’t worry about it.”
The young master who was walking away now turned back to scold: “Why are you dawdling? Waiting for this young master to die here from his serious injuries?”
How shameful. The Xie family servants lowered their heads and hurried away.
Wei’s eldest son stood in place watching them off. A servant frowned with displeasure: “This Young Master Xie is too discourteous. Is this his true nature, or did Third Young Master Xie deliberately arrange this to humiliate you, Young Master?”
After speaking, he glanced to the side—the steward who had been kicked was still unconscious.
“His attack was too vicious.” They ground their teeth in hatred.
This youngster looked frail, but unexpectedly had such powerful legs. Thinking of that slap on Wei’s eldest son, they couldn’t help but inquire with concern.
Wei’s eldest son gently pressed his arm and said it was fine: “Whether courteous or not, he doesn’t have the Wei surname. It has nothing to do with us.”
Just as the young master’s carriage was about to depart, the child being held back by the servant jumped up again, struggling like a small beast.
“Don’t leave, don’t leave!” he shouted hoarsely. “I’ll kill you, I’ll kill you!”
The carriage curtain was lifted, and the phoenix-eyed youth looked coldly at this child.
“You can’t kill me now. Wait until you grow up, then come kill me,” he said. “Remember, my name is Xie Yanlai.”
With that, he lowered the curtain, blocking the view, but unable to block the child’s angry, sorrowful shouts.
“Xie Yanlai!”
“Xie Yanlai!”
“I’ll remember!”
“I will definitely kill you!”
Inside the carriage, the maidservants sat quietly in the corners, completely different from outside, without any laughter or smiles, heads bowed as if they didn’t exist.
Xie Yanlai also remained silent. As the carriage swayed, light and shadow flickered across his face, his phoenix eyes like deep pools, deathly still.
Isn’t it just being a villain?
Being a villain is truly the simplest thing in the world.