: Compromise

However, the hem of her skirt was suddenly pressed down by Li Minghuan's foot, causing Feng Ling to fly away with a dagger.

A very cold voice came into Li Minghuan's ears: "If you don't want to die, just move your feet away."

"No, I don't mean any harm. Can that big girl discuss with you to take off the rope from my body? You see, I am also a county official. If I am tied up like this and seen by the servants in the mansion, it will be harmful.

Royal face, don’t you think?”

Li Jinshu tilted his head and thought about it, and it seemed to make sense: "Yes, but you have to promise not to run around. You have to find someone to notify you wherever you go. You can only move around after I agree."

Isn't this just house arrest in disguise? What is the difference between this and a prisoner?

But if he didn't agree, Li Minghuan finally lowered his head after looking at the hemp rope tightly tied around his feet.

His arrogance did not allow him to appear in front of others like this. As for Li Jinshu, she had seen him in his worst state anyway. There was nothing he could not say or do in front of her!

"Yes, yes, this is natural. I promise not to run around, and no matter where I go, I will let you know. Can you please help me?"

With such a groveling look, even Li Minghuan looked down on himself. What, what?

Just when Li Jinshu was about to put down what he was holding and go to untie Li Minghuan, Feng Ling took the lead.

I just heard him say to Li Jinshu: "I'll come."

Then he roughly untied the rope around Li Minghuan, pulled him up, and pushed him out of the carriage with one palm, as if chasing away the god of plague.

Li Minghuan was instantly pushed out of the car by Feng Ling and almost fell from the car.

If he really fell, there was no telling what he would end up in. Fortunately, he managed to escape by holding on to the door curtain.

Stumbling to stand firm, Li Minghuan quickly adjusted his posture and appeared in front of the concierge in his best condition. He pretended to cough a few times and then regained his former pride.

Li Minghuan raised his chin slightly and almost glanced up to the sky. Li Minghuan shouted: "You haven't come here yet, don't you have eyes?"

"Hey, come on, come on, why is the Duke back? Didn't he say that he was going to stay in the village outside the city for a few days? Lord, please be careful, please be careful!"

Li Minghuan angrily stepped off the carriage and threw his hand away, throwing the boy's arm away.

He looked at him with cold eyes, which made his heart tremble and his back feel cold: "Why, when will it be your turn to take care of my affairs? I think you don't want to do it anymore. If you don't want to do it, just leave it to me."

Go guard the west toilet!"

"I don't dare. I know I'm wrong. I shouldn't talk too much. I'll take care of myself now. I beg the Duke to spare me!"

Before Li Minghuan finished speaking, the porter immediately knelt down to admit his mistake. As he spoke, he slapped his own mouth. After a while, his mouth was swollen.

It seemed that he took out all his anger on the concierge.

Li Jinshu stood on the carriage holding the brocade box, watching with cold eyes the clichés of the master and servant.

In this world where the jungle prevails, the powerless people can only be so humble and exist like livestock, while the powerful people can oppress these low-class people who are slaves and maids at will, without any need for any

reason.

This is one of the benefits that power brings, so only by constantly possessing higher power can you have enough voice to make everyone sincerely obey you and obey you.

Even if you have any objections, don't dare to refute, even if it means submitting!
Chapter completed!