Lian Erye in the Red Mansion

Chapter 69 Beating Up the Prince

On the stage, after the Prince of Duan fell to the ground, he struggled to get up, but was easily knocked unconscious by Jia Lian.

At first, he was able to hold back, thinking that Jia Lian wouldn't dare to do anything to him, after all, he was a prince's son!

But after taking several solid punches, tears streamed down his face, and he couldn't help but cry out loudly. For a moment, the only sounds on the scene were the thud of fists hitting flesh and the pitiful cries of the Prince Duan's heir.

"That's enough!"

At the head of the table, the Third Prince could no longer stand it, stood up, and shouted a rebuke.

No matter what, the heir of Prince Duan is still a member of the royal family. It is a disgrace to the royal family to allow a foreign official to beat him in front of everyone.

Upon hearing the sound, Jia Lian raised his face, still angry, as if searching for who had spoken loudly, but his hands and feet still controlled the Prince Duan's heir, and he added two more punches.

Having gained this respite, the Prince Duan's vengeful desire grew a hundredfold. He looked up and roared, "You bastard, you dare hit me! I'll kill you...!" Then he yelled at his guards, "What are you all standing there for? Do you all want to die? Come up here and kill them..."

Before he could finish speaking, Jia Lian punched him in the mouth, forcing him to swallow his words.

"Tell me, are you going to apologize or not?!"

Jia Lian seemed unaware that the person who had just reprimanded was the Third Prince, and thus completely ignored the Third Prince's words.

Nearby, several guards who had received orders from their master were about to push through the crowd to rescue the person.

Upon seeing this, the Fourth Prince shouted, "Stop them! The Prince Duan's heir hasn't admitted defeat yet! No one is allowed to go up!"

He then shouted to Jia Lian, "That's it! Beat him up, beat the bastard to death!"

Fearing that the Prince of Duan's heir would back down, he jokingly said, "Wei Xian, you little brat, if you can't hold on any longer, just shout that you surrender, and I'll send someone to rescue you. Hahaha, look at the cowardly way you shouted just now, it was truly shameful..."

The Prince Duan's men were determined to save the person, while the Fourth Prince's men were ordered to stop them, resulting in a chaotic scene.

Someone still rushed onto the stage, and Jia Lian had no choice but to throw a few more punches to make sure he had achieved the desired effect before he stepped back.

"Young Master, how are you...?"

The loyal guards protected Prince Duan's son, but unfortunately, Prince Duan's arms had been beaten so badly by Jia Lian that he couldn't use any strength to get up. Therefore, he could only sit on the ground, staring viciously at Jia Lian in front of him.

"You bunch of useless trash, cripple him now, or I'll kill you all! Now get going... hiss~~"

Speaking loudly pulled at the wound on his mouth, causing the Prince Duan's son to gasp in pain.

A subject dies for his master. Seeing their master acting like a madman, the guards knew they would be punished if they didn't act, so they all surrounded Jia Lian.

Seeing that Jia Lian was about to be attacked, Feng Ziying hesitated for a moment, then suddenly stepped onto the stage and said in a stern voice, "The Prince of Duan insulted someone else's biological father first, then agreed to the duel, and now he wants to order his men to retaliate. This is simply too much!"

Zhang Su below was even more anxious, urging the Fourth Prince to quickly help Jia Lian.

The Fourth Prince curled his lip. Actually, he wanted to see Jia Lian get a beating, but Zhang Su had helped him with so many "small favors" over the years, he couldn't refuse him this small favor. So he climbed onto the stage and said to the guards, "Are you all trying to rebel? This is a arena I set up, who do you think you are, daring to cause trouble here? Get off me now!"

The Prince Duan's men hesitated to act because the Fourth Prince was present, while their master on the ground kept urging them on, leaving them indecisive.

The Fourth Prince was enraged when he heard that the Prince of Duan's heir dared to ignore him. Seeing that there were only some eunuchs present, who had no deterrent power, he immediately shouted, "Where are the guards? Seize these rebellious dogs for me! Anyone who dares to resist, kill them on the spot..."

If even the Prince of Duan's heir dared to disrespect him, then the Fourth Prince need not give the Prince of Duan's heir any face. Therefore, he decisively mobilized the guards standing on the outermost perimeter.

Upon seeing this, the guards from the Prince Duan's residence turned pale and dared not make a move.

"Wei Ling, you...!" The Prince of Duan's mouth was already broken, and the Fourth Prince's anger made him unable to catch his breath, so he couldn't help coughing and spitting out a mouthful of bloody saliva.

"Alright, Fourth Brother." The Third Prince led his men forward, and the others made way for him.

"Third Prince, you must stand up for me! Look at what you've done to me..."

Upon hearing the Prince of Duan's complaints, the Third Prince looked at him and saw that the once chubby Prince of Duan was now covered in bruises and bloodstains on his lips, looking extremely disheveled.

The Third Prince frowned, turned to look at Jia Lian on the stage, who was still furious, and said calmly, "This is going too far."

Jia Lian replied, "He dared to insult my father in public. As a son, I cannot tolerate it, even if it means death. I can disregard life and death, let alone anything else."

The Third Prince raised an eyebrow, carefully examined Jia Lian, and suddenly laughed, "Well said. I didn't expect that after the two Dukes of Ning and Rong, the Jia family would still have such a spirited man as you. You are quite remarkable."

"Thank you for your praise, Your Highness. I am unworthy of such praise."

The Third Prince smiled, then turned away from Jia Lian and looked at the people around him, saying loudly, "Today's matter is just a duel between the two of them in the arena, and it does not interfere with anything else. Since they have agreed beforehand, it is just an ordinary martial arts competition. As with any competition, injuries are inevitable."

"You may all leave."

The Third Prince did not want things to escalate, at least not in his presence.

Seeing that the Third Prince was saying this, clearly indicating that he was not allowed to pursue the matter further, the Prince Duan's heir was unconvinced: "Third Prince..."

The Third Prince interrupted him somewhat coldly: "What, did I say something wrong? Did you two not have a prior agreement, but instead engage in a private duel?"

"this……"

"Alright, please have the imperial physician treat the young master's injuries. It's getting late, everyone here may leave now."

After giving his instructions, the Third Prince called to the Fourth Prince and then stepped down from the martial arts stage.

Watching the departing figures of the Third Prince and his companion, the Prince Duan's heir felt a surge of resentment. He glared fiercely at Jia Lian a few more times, but ultimately dared not disobey the Third Prince in public. He could only grit his teeth and order his attendants, "What are you standing there for? Escort me back to the Prince's residence!"

One of the guards said, "But His Highness the Third Prince has summoned the imperial physician for the young master, otherwise we should wait..."

Without saying a word, the Prince Duan's heir kicked him in the face with his still-movable leg, sending him sprawling face-first into the mud.

The other guards hurriedly carried Prince Duan's son out of the mansion.

As the crowd dispersed, some people came over to greet Jia Lian and his companions, and some even gave Jia Lian a thumbs-up without any hesitation.

The Prince Duan's Mansion is one of the few remaining residences of princes among the imperial family's peripheral branches, so it holds a very high position among the imperial clan.

As an official from outside the capital, Jia Lian actually beat up the heir of Prince Duan. Putting everything else aside, this courage alone earned the admiration of most people present.

After everyone had finally dispersed, Zhang Su said with some worry, "I know the character of the Prince Duan's heir. I'm afraid he won't let this go easily. Brother Lian, you'd better be careful in the future..."

With everyone gone, Jia Lian no longer needed to put on an act. He smiled, sat down, took a sip of tea, and said, "I'm afraid we won't have to wait until the future; we might find out today."

Feng Ziying said, "Does Brother Lian mean that he might intercept us on our way back?"

When Jia Lian heard Feng Ziying use the word "we" in his words, he turned his head and looked him over.

Actually, aside from the fact that the two families were old acquaintances, he and Feng Ziying were not very familiar with each other. Unexpectedly, at this time, he seemed to be willing to "stand together with him through thick and thin".

Zhang Su had obviously considered this possibility as well. To ensure safety, he said, "How about I send someone back and have Grandpa bring the guards to pick us up and take us back to the manor?"

This is the imperial city, and the three of them have brought too few attendants. If the Prince of Duan is determined to deal with them, they will definitely suffer a great loss.

"No need to trouble Grandpa, we'll just sit for a bit."

Jia Lian smiled.

He got into trouble and only dared to go home after his parents had to pick him up. That's so pathetic.

He believed that the Crown Prince of Duan might act recklessly, and that in such a vast capital city, there must be someone who didn't want to see him do so.