At this moment.

In an abandoned cabin deep in the mountains.

Chu Ping collapsed with a muffled groan, covered in blood.

He no longer had the strength to resist.

Guoguo knelt by his side, pleading desperately.

"Stop hitting him, he’s my friend. I’ll go with you, I’ll go home!"

Only then did the group of strong men stop.

Guoguo cried as he moved to Chu Ping’s side: "I’m sorry for dragging you into this."

The blood on Chu Ping’s forehead had long blurred his vision.

But he stared intently at Guoguo, unable to speak, but as if trying to convey something with his gaze.

The group of burly men were all highly skilled in martial arts, and even Chu Ping couldn’t match them.

The leader spoke in a stern tone, "Young Master, during the years you’ve been gone, Lord has been searching for your whereabouts."

"I never expected you to flee to Great Chu. The master said that if you don’t return with us, we’ll destroy everything you have, including your friend’s life."

Guoguo’s heart was filled with hatred, his eyes seething with anger.

Back then, it was that so-called father who, under the guise of an illegitimate child, cast him out of the house.

Now that his son has died, he wants him to return to help.

How ridiculous!

Guoguo hated that man intensely.

But he didn’t dare not comply, because when he tried to run, he ended up getting Chu Ping, who tried to help him, beaten like this.

Guoguo planned to go with them first and look for an opportunity to escape midway.

So, Guoguo said to Chu Ping, "I won’t have the chance to return. Please tell the Marquis and the Princess, although I’ve never admitted it, thank you for taking care of me."

"All these years, the Xiuluo Guard made me feel the warmth of family. Thank you all."

With that, he turned to leave.

However, Chu Ping, using every ounce of his strength, grabbed Guoguo with his bloodied hand.

Chu Ping’s voice was hoarse, barely able to speak.

"Don’t go... the Marquis... will come to save us..." He was just too weak.

Tears streamed down Guoguo’s face like rain.

But this only angered the strong men beside Guoguo.

They once again punched and kicked Chu Ping.

Guoguo hurriedly screamed, "Don’t hit him! Stop it! I’ll go with you!"

Only then did they stop, but Chu Ping was already on the verge of death, motionless.

His hand, which tightly grasped Guoguo’s ankle, gradually loosened.

Guoguo was worried about Chu Ping’s injuries, wanting to check on him, but was held up and dragged away by the strong men.

After leaving the cabin, the group of strong men actually set fire to it!

Guoguo’s eyes were about to burst: "Don’t burn it! Don’t!"

He screamed until his voice broke, but the strong men remained indifferent, ignoring his commands.

After all, they all knew, the young master was the son born to the master and a woman outside the household.

The Duchess was still alive, and wouldn’t possibly allow the young master to successfully return to the estate.

So naturally, they had no reason to heed his words. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

The fire blazed fiercely.

Guoguo’s heart-wrenching cries echoed through the valley—

"Chu Ping! Chu Ping! Go back to the Xiuluo Guard, wake up! Chu Ping—!"

The birds in the mountains took flight with flapping wings.

Far away in Ruizhu Palace, Feng Fuce was originally smiling gently, watching Bai Zhi’er play with the cat.

Suddenly.

He sensed something unusual, his brow furrowing deeply with cold seriousness.

Bai Zhi’er called out to him, "Brother Ce, does the big orange seem fatter than before?"

However, Feng Fuce did not respond.

She turned back to look and saw Feng Fuce’s face cold and stern, as if he were carefully sensing something.

Bai Zhi’er rarely saw Feng Fuce with such a serious expression.

She couldn’t help but stand up and walk over, "What’s wrong?"