CHAPTER 1987: CHAPTER 1989: FIRST INSTINCT—SOMETHING FISHY HERE

Ye Zi’an was furious, turned around, and drew a sword from a nearby Ye Family guard, swinging it and hearing a scream of "Ah!"

On the ground lay a severed finger.

Eldest Young Master Luo, his face white with pain, was supported by two people, his eyes glaring with rage, his face twisted grotesquely.

It turned out Eldest Young Master Luo, who had been pointing at the man in black, had a finger sliced off by Ye Zi’an.

"I tell you, if you dare to command recklessly again, I’ll take your life! This finger is your punishment."

"Ye Zi’an, how dare you harm me, seize him for me."

Old Master Luo also lost his temper, tearing up all pretense, "How dare you harm my son, you deserve to die!"

"Seize them, kill them, don’t let any of them escape!"

The guards from the Luo Family stepped forward, and naturally, the Ye Family guards blocked them, and soon both families were fighting with each other.

The man in black, seeing the situation, laughed heartily, "Good, this is excellent, you fight it out slowly, we’ll take our leave first."

Saying that, the group broke through the encirclement and left with Lele.

"Chase!"

Ye Zi’an, along with Ye Yi and Ye San, gave chase.

"Father, father, you must avenge me, this Ye Zi’an is too bullying!" Eldest Young Master Luo cried out in heart-wrenching pain from his severed finger.

However, at this moment, the old madam’s coffin had yet to be buried, and he couldn’t even walk. Fortunately, a guard brought medicine and roughly bandaged it for him.

"Shut your mouth!" Old Master Luo shouted, "First complete your grandmother’s burial! Don’t delay the timing."

"Yes!"

After this incident, the Luo Family expedited the burial process, and when the last pile of soil was thrown, Ye Zi’an returned with his guards from the Ye Family, angrily kicking the eldest young master.

"I’m telling you, you better pray that nothing happens to my son, or you’re doomed!"

Old Master Luo realized at a glance that the child hadn’t been retrieved and couldn’t quite describe his feelings.

"What are you doing, Ye Zi’an? It’s not as if we took your son!"

"Who knows?" Ye Zi’an shot him a glance, "The Luo Family and the Ye Family have always been at odds, and the old madam’s lifetime ambition was to harm my two sons. Who’s to say you didn’t plan this, to harm my son?"

Old Master Luo was furious, thinking he must be crazy, arranging for people to meddle during his own mother’s burial?

"Nonsense, slander, you are slandering!" Old Master Luo retorted, his beard twitching in anger, "If you speak, provide evidence. Have we nothing better to do than harm your son? Besides, even if I wanted to harm your son, would I bother to have someone dig up the Luo Family’s grave and then harm your son?"

"Regardless, I’m reporting this to the authorities, and if the investigation leads to the Luo Family, don’t blame me for showing no mercy!"

"Fine, investigate!" Old Master Luo retorted angrily, hands behind his back, "I also want to find out who is undermining the Luo Family!"

Hearing this, Ye Zi’an sliced off the wheel of the carriage with his sword, mounted his horse, and headed back to the city with Ye Yi and others, seething with anger.

Upon entering the city, he didn’t return to Prince An’s Mansion but went directly to the Capital Prefecture Governmental Office to beat the drum.

Hearing that His Highness Prince An had been taken hostage, the people inside immediately sent out a search party and simultaneously sent a message to Prince Le.

Upon learning that a grave robber appeared during the Luo Family’s burial, and that His Highness Prince An had been taken, Prince Le’s brow furrowed deeply.

He couldn’t understand how the Ye Family’s young child had been kidnapped. His first instinct was that there was something fishy about this.