CHAPTER 165: CHAPTER 165: EVIL RAGE

Zhao Lizheng squinted his eyes, "Well, Sanlang, you’re really good at using a borrowed knife to kill someone."

Jiang Youzhi put down his teacup and said with a grin, "Uncle Li Zheng, look at me now, I can’t do it myself, I have no choice."

"Besides, even if I don’t say anything, you’ll find out sooner or later, don’t you agree?"

Zhao Lizheng pondered for a moment, "Aren’t you afraid your second uncle will find out?"

Jiang Youzhi smiled, "As long as Uncle Zheng doesn’t say anything, how could he possibly know?"

Zhao Lizheng stroked his beard, "You said it, but you didn’t ask me to keep it a secret for you."

Jiang Youzhi went along with it, "Then I have to ask Uncle Li Zheng to keep it a secret for me."

Zhao Lizheng squinted at him, "Keeping it a secret for you isn’t impossible—"

Jiang Youzhi remained silent, waiting for him to continue.

A sharp light flashed in Zhao Lizheng’s eyes, "I can guarantee that apart from me, no one else will know about this."

"However—" he drew out his voice, "you must agree to do something for our Zhao family in the future."

Compared to Gu Yunjiao, Zhao Lizheng valued Jiang Youzhi more.

As long as his leg gets better, with his ruthless nature, capable of striking even his own brother, he would surely excel in officialdom.

Jiang Youzhi hesitated for a moment, "When Yun Jiao bought Gu Mei’s life, apart from giving you five hundred taels of silver, did she also promise to do something for you?"

Zhao Lizheng paused in stroking his beard, "Indeed."

Jiang Youzhi inwardly cursed, this old fox is betting on both Yun Jiao and him.

Waiting for a huge reward in the future.

This old fox gained a ton of benefits just by catching an affair.

However, Jiang Youzhi knew that right now he had nothing to barter with Zhao Lizheng, except to agree.

He nodded, "Alright, it’s a deal."

After leaving the Zhao family, Jiang Youzhi saw his second uncle sitting across from the west wing window, looking at him intensely.

In the Zhao family’s courtyard, the bluestone slabs were laid, and just now Jiang Youzhi’s crutch made a "thud thud thud" sound next door, informing him that Jiang Youzhi was visiting the Zhao family.

Now the Zhao family and the Jiang family were enemies, and Jiang Youzhi still associated with the Zhao family, which made him very unhappy.

Jiang Youzhi avoided Jiang Rong’s gaze and went inside.

His second uncle had been acting strangely these days, his gaze was very piercing, staring at one person or another.

It’s better to steer clear.

A few days passed, and during dinner one night, the whole family was eating in the main room when suddenly there was a loud noise from the upper room.

Everyone at the table simultaneously shivered in fright.

Mrs. Chen squeezed her chopsticks, whispering, "What was that?"

Qi Lang put down his chopsticks and was about to rush out for excitement, but Jiang Youzhi quickly stopped him, "Don’t go, none of you go, let’s just eat our meal."

His second uncle lost his son, that pent-up rage would erupt sooner or later, he couldn’t let his family walk into danger.

Qi Lang had no choice but to sit down obediently and pick up his chopsticks to eat.

But his heart was as itchy as if being scratched by cats.

In the main room, the dining table had already been overturned.

The ground was littered with broken plates and bowls, and everyone in the house was standing, not daring to make a sound.

Qi Lang hid behind his mother, looking at his second uncle in fear.

Jiang Rong, with bloodshot eyes, pointed at a bowl of rice with a few stalks of green vegetables under the altar in the room, "Today is Erlang’s seventh day, and you let him eat this?"

"Couldn’t even buy a bit of meat!"

"If the Yin Cha brings him over and he can’t eat good food, won’t my Erlang suffer over there!"