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"Father, I was hit! I was hit!"
The Ninth Young Master of the Li Family stumbled into the gates of Marquis Wu's Mansion in a disheveled state, staggering as he moved.
His hands tightly covered his backside, each step comically awkward as if a heavy stone hung from it.
Tears and snot ran down his face.
This strange yet comical sight drew the attention of the servants and maids, who looked on curiously.
In the main hall of the Marquis Wu's Mansion, a middle-aged man with a stern face sat at the head seat.
He wore luxurious attire and was chatting amiably with a scholar in a green robe.
This man was none other than the Military Marquis Li Zhen Tian, the current head of the Li Family.
Hearing the commotion from outside, he exuded an aura of authority and disapproval without anger.
When he saw Ninth Young Master Li bursting in without courtesy and interrupting his conversation with the guest, his expression turned grim and he bellowed, "What kind of conduct is this?!!"