"Dad, I've been beaten up! I've been beaten up!"
Ninth Young Master Li was in a sorry state as he dashed into Marquis Wu's Mansion, staggering and stumbling.
He clutched his buttocks tightly with both hands, each step appearing ludicrous, as if a heavy stone was attached to his rear.
Tears and snot crisscrossed his face.
This odd and comical sight drew the sidelong glances of the family servants and maids.
Inside the main hall of Marquis Wu's Mansion, a middle-aged man with an imposing face sat upright in the seat of honor. Dressed in splendid attire, he was having a lively conversation with a scholar wearing a green robe.
This man was none other than the current Family Head of the Li Family, Military Marquis Li Zhen Tian.
Hearing the commotion outside, his expression revealed an aura of unspoken authority, displeased and daunting to the eye.