PDLP Chapter 112 Reality is Harsh
Chapter 112 Reality is Harsh
"No...no...Madam, it's Master! Master, he..." The butler came running, panting heavily, as if he had just experienced a life-or-death chase.
Because he was running so fast, his breathing became extremely heavy, and each inhale and exhale seemed to exhaust all his strength.
At this point, he couldn't even speak a complete sentence.
Because of the high speed they had traveled, the butler's body was already soaked in sweat.
Large beads of sweat kept sliding down his forehead, running down his cheeks, and finally dripping onto the ground, forming a small damp patch.
He subconsciously lifted his wide robe and vigorously wiped the beads of sweat dripping from his temples, trying to cool himself down a little.
The old lady sitting in the hall, seeing the steward's appearance, couldn't help but think to herself, "Judging from the steward's flustered state, he must have been so excited by the generous reward that he can hardly contain himself."
Thinking of this, the old lady couldn't help but get excited, and she murmured to herself with delight, "Tsk tsk tsk! Look! Even the steward is so excited! What a generous reward this must be! Truly, the Emperor's grace is boundless! My son is really promising, he's truly a remarkable person!"
Thinking of this, an excited expression gradually appeared on the old lady's face, and she even had an urge to get up immediately and find out what was going on.
However, in order to maintain her dignity and composure as the head of the household, the old lady forcibly suppressed her surging emotions, put on a stern face, and coldly reprimanded, "What are you doing! What kind of behavior is this, so rash and flustered! Speak slowly!"
Upon hearing the old lady's rebuke, the butler was completely dumbfounded, filled with doubt and confusion: "??? What's going on? How did the old lady come to see that I was agitated? Shouldn't I be anxious and sad? Why am I agitated?"
"No... Madam! It's Master... Master was carried back by the palace guards!" The steward stamped his feet anxiously, and a layer of fine sweat appeared on his forehead. He finally managed to say what he hadn't finished speaking.
At this moment, the noise in the lobby vanished without a trace, and everyone turned their attention to the butler, their ears perked up, trying to hear what had happened.
The old lady was stunned when she heard this, her face filled with disbelief.
Her once well-maintained, fair and smooth hands were now gripping Yun Rong's arm tightly like iron clamps, with such force that Yun Rong couldn't help but gasp.
But the old lady seemed not to hear, staring wide-eyed at the butler, her lips trembling as she said, "You...you...repeat it again! What exactly happened? What do you mean the master was carried back by palace guards? How could my son be carried home like this?"
"Madam! This old servant is not sure either! It's really worrying! You should go out and check quickly!" The steward bowed low with trepidation, his forehead covered in cold sweat, and he prayed in his heart that the old lady would not be angry about this matter, so as not to implicate himself.
Upon hearing this, the old woman's expression changed drastically. She abruptly stood up from her seat and hurriedly headed for the door.
Perhaps due to extreme anxiety, he even became unsteady on his feet, leaned forward, and almost fell to the ground!
Fortunately, Yun Rong, who was standing behind her, reacted quickly and caught the old lady, thus averting an accident.
Just then, a group of armed guards carrying the unconscious Yun Ting arrived at the door in a menacing manner.
Upon entering, the head guard bowed to the old lady and said, "Madam! The Prime Minister has been safely delivered to your residence. We shall take our leave now!"
After saying this, the group of guards turned and left, not giving the old lady a chance to ask any questions.
The old lady watched helplessly as her son was carelessly tossed to the ground like a lump of mud. Her heart ached, tears streaming down her face. She rushed to Yunting's side, embracing him tightly, and cried out in anguish, "My son... what has happened to you? How did you become like this? You were perfectly fine when you left for court this morning. Why did you return in such a terrible state after just one trip to the palace? Heaven, please open your eyes..."
Yun Juan stood quietly to the side, her gaze coldly fixed on the farce unfolding before her. A slight, mocking smile played on her lips as she spoke softly, "Oh ho, look at this scene. Isn't this heaven opening its eyes? It's just that its eyes don't seem to be wide enough!"
At this moment, Yun Ting, who was being pressed down by the old lady, was grimacing in pain, his face contorted in agony.
He endured the excruciating pain in his body as he struggled to squeeze out a few words through gritted teeth: "Mother... Mother... Mother... You... You're pressing on my... bottom... Ouch, it really hurts!"
Large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, soaking the hair at his temples. His face, which was already pale from the pain, was now completely bloodless.
When the old lady heard Yun Ting's shouts, she was first taken aback, and then, as if she had suddenly realized something, she quickly stopped shouting.
She shifted her body slightly, muttering, "Oh, so you were pressing on the wrong spot! Okay, Mom will move you to a different spot!"
However, as soon as the old lady adjusted her posture, she started wailing and howling again. Her cries were so pitiful that it was as if she were the poor person who had suffered all kinds of grievances and torments.
Yun Ting felt utterly helpless and speechless at this moment, secretly lamenting his misfortune.
He lay on the cold ground, looking at the people crying their hearts out, completely oblivious to his feelings, and couldn't help but shout, "Can't you at least take care of this poor guy lying here? I'm not dead yet! What are you crying for? Can't you hurry up and get someone to carry me inside and then fetch a doctor to take a look at me?!"
However, the cries of those people continued unabated, as if they had not heard his cries at all.
Unable to bear the throbbing pain in his buttocks any longer, Yun Ting could only muster all his strength and plead intermittently, "Mother! Please stop crying! If you keep crying like this, I'm really going to die here!"
After saying these words, Yun Ting felt completely exhausted, as if he might faint at any moment.