Chapter 1299 - 59: Father-in-Law and Son-in-Law Showdown (Part 8)
This time Young Master Zheng and his group received an even harsher beating than last time.
After all, last time Old Master Zheng and the others were just trying to toss out the troublesome hot potato that their son brought back, hitting him was partly to vent their anger and partly for show.
This time it was a major embarrassment; even confusing fiancées, how could they be successful in the future without learning a lesson?
This time, Su Yang did not visit them.
Because he was also too busy to tend to himself.
King Beimo handed the case regarding the Chief of Staff’s nephew in the Ministry of Revenue to him.
Up to now, aside from confining the Chief of Staff to his home and surrounding it so tightly not even water could pass through, there has been no progress in the case.
Not only is there no progress, but he’s also managed to solve the lifelong dilemmas of a few new friends he made.
Ignoring his father-in-law’s instructions, he risked everything for brothers he had known for only a few days.
If it weren’t for his own daughter’s sake, King Beimo would definitely beat this disobedient son-in-law, Su Yang, half to death to vent his anger.
After a round of scolding from King Beimo, Su Yang’s one sentence directly raised his fury to a new height.
"Isn’t it because I’m afraid that once the case is solved early, and Yin Chuan returns to Daqi, Father-in-law would be reluctant to let go?" Su Yang said.
King Beimo was so angry he almost lost his breath.
The Beimo Crown Prince hurriedly advised him to calm down, "Father, from what brother-in-law is saying, it seems he is quite confident."
King Beimo looked at Su Yang, "I give you half a month to solve this case!"
"Ten days," Su Yang said.
"...!!!"
At this point, even the Beimo Crown Prince wanted to beat up Su Yang.
Rarely have they seen such an infuriating person.
If they criticize him for being arrogant, they also worry he might end up embarrassing himself.
They don’t know much about Su Yang’s ability to get things done, but he is the son of Marquis Dongxiang after all.
A tiger father will not beget a dog son.
Not to believe in Su Yang is to not believe in Marquis Dongxiang, isn’t it?
Let’s wait for ten days. If he completes the task well, all is good; if not, there’s no hurry in scolding him later.
After a round of scolding, Su Yang still intended to stay and mooch a meal, but was eventually driven out of the palace by King Beimo.
Looking at him just made King Beimo angry, affecting his appetite. If Su Yang were by his side, unable to eat while Su Yang ate heartily, he might as well burst with anger right on the spot.
Thinking of the many sons-in-law King Beimo had, which one dared to act like this in front of him?
Even Emperor Zhao Xu of Nanlin wouldn’t dare act this way.
Only Su Yang dared.
With a gloomy face, Su Yang came out of the Imperial Study, thinking, did he really want to stay and mooch a meal?
It’s just because he’s out of money.
Moreover, since Young Master Zheng and his group got beaten and couldn’t go out, there was no one to treat him to a meal.
At this hour, if he returned to the palace, who knows how long it would take for the meal to be ready.
Ever since he stayed at the palace, he hasn’t had lunch or dinner there; the palace was never prepared.
A bit hungry, Su Yang turned and headed to the Imperial Kitchen.
No one dared stop him at the Imperial Kitchen; a table of delicious food was there, he picked it up and started eating.
Hmm.
That was the lunch prepared for King Beimo.
There were a lot of dishes; Su Yang went around and ate about enough to fill himself.
Putting down his chopsticks, he took a jug of premium daughter wine and left.
The Imperial Chefs looked at each other, not knowing what to do.
More than half the dishes were left, and some even looked untouched, but could these dishes still be served to King Beimo?
Letting the Emperor eat leftovers, they must be tired of living with their heads still on their necks.
The Imperial Chefs hurried to make a new batch.
King Beimo’s mealtime was fixed.
When the time came, and no food was sent from the Imperial Kitchen, the eunuch beside him asked, "Why hasn’t the food been sent yet?"
"Does the Imperial Kitchen have a few heads to dare let the Emperor starve?’
A little eunuch ran to ask, but quickly returned.
The Imperial Kitchen was busy cooking up a storm and suddenly realized no one had informed the Emperor, fearing blame from the Emperor, the Imperial Kitchen Steward hurried over.
The little eunuch and the Imperial Kitchen Steward met halfway, relayed the message, and quickly withdrew.
If not, would they offer themselves up for the Emperor to vent his anger on?
No matter how angry the Emperor was at the Prince Consort, he was still the Prince Consort and also the son of Marquis Dongxiang; the Emperor couldn’t do anything to him.
If not for having a trump card, would the Prince Consort dare eat the Emperor’s banquet at the Imperial Kitchen?
With the banquet eaten, the Emperor’s face was tarnished; to save face, he would certainly blame me, the Imperial Kitchen Steward, for not blocking effectively.
Without Su Yang accompanying to eat, King Beimo’s lunch was delayed for over half an hour.
A table full of delicious dishes didn’t calm King Beimo’s fiery mood.
King Beimo didn’t take a single bite, filled with anger alone.
King Beimo sent someone to keep a close watch on Su Yang; Su Yang, like the past few days, wandered around aimlessly, not at all like someone working on a serious matter.