Chapter 4: A Different World, A Different Encounter
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"You guys, stop him! Don't let him go anywhere!" Several guards blocked Su Mo's path.
"Su Ziyun, stop talking nonsense! I'm here today to tell you that Prince Yu is not someone you can aspire to. Don't think that just because you're the eldest son you can climb the social ladder. I advise you to stay in this broken place and wait until I become Princess Yu. I promise you'll get your share of benefits!" Su Yunrou said angrily.
Hearing these words, Su Mo felt something was wrong. "Didn't I get into a car accident and die? How am I alive? And these people's clothes don't look like they're from a movie set. There are no cameras, no directors! The decoration of this room is so different from the modern world!"
Su Mo had a bold idea: "Could it be that I've traveled through time? No way! But I clearly died! Could it be that I was only half-dead and traveled to the ancient times? But looking at their clothes and the furnishings of the room, there's no such feudal dynasty in history. Or maybe there is, but I just don't know it?"
"Hey! You, woman, what year is it now? What dynasty is it? I have a headache and I can't remember anything!" Su Mo asked excitedly.
The people in the room looked at each other. How dare he talk to the young miss like that? It seems the young master has really gone mad...
"You, you, you dare to talk to me like that? What's wrong with you? First you pretended to be sick, and now you're pretending to have amnesia. I'm not falling for it. Come on, beat him up! Beat him to death, so he'll never dare to seduce anyone again."
"Yes, miss," the guards replied, pressing Su Mo to the ground and punching him repeatedly.
"f**k, you're serious? This is too much! You're bullying me because I can't fight! It hurts!" Su Mo shouted.
The guards didn't stop because of his shouts. Instead, they hit him harder and harder, until Su Mo couldn't even shout anymore.
All he could hear was the maid's trembling voice pleading for him, "Third Miss, please spare the young master! The young master's body hasn't recovered yet. If you hit him like this, he'll die. Third Miss, please spare him!" The maid kowtowed repeatedly, her forehead bleeding, begging non-stop.
Su Mo's mind was in chaos, and he couldn't think clearly. He could only hear the sounds around him vaguely. His body felt like a rag doll, being beaten on the ground. Soon, he spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted.
After Su Mo fainted, the guards didn't stop. Just when it seemed like Su Mo was about to be beaten to death, a voice came from a distance.
"Your Excellency, I'll leave this matter to you. I hope you can give me some advice." Before the person arrived, his voice came first. The speaker was none other than the Imperial Minister of Personnel, Su Huaiyuan, the emperor's uncle and the head of the Su family.
"Mr. Su is too polite. I rely on Mr. Su for many things. I thank you in advance," said the man. The man was the seventh prince of the current emperor, Rong Yu, also known as Prince Yu. Rong Yu was extremely handsome, with delicate features and a tall stature. His clothes were light in color, but they made him look even more elegant.
As soon as Su Yunrou heard Rong Yu's voice, she ordered the guards to stop and quickly tidied herself up. She twisted her graceful body and walked towards Rong Yu and Su Huaiyuan, not giving Su Mo a second glance.
Su Huaiyuan, seeing Su Yunrou approaching, knew what she was thinking, so he called out, "Rou'er, don't be rude. Come here and greet Prince Yu."
"Su Yunrou greets Prince Yu. Your Highness," Su Yunrou greeted Rong Yu, her voice soft and her gaze full of undisguised affection.
"No need to be so formal," Rong Yu replied, looking at the woman in front of him. The woman's fiery gaze made him feel disgusted.
"Thank you, Your Highness," Su Yunrou stood up and looked at Rong Yu, "Everyone says that His Highness has a very bad temper, but after seeing you today, I don't think so at all. Or maybe you're just different towards me." Thinking about this, Su Yunrou's gaze towards Rong Yu became even more ardent.
Rong Yu could feel it, but he didn't say anything. He just felt even more disgusted.
Su Huaiyuan saw this beautiful scene between a man and a woman and felt proud of his daughter's beauty. Just as he was about to say something nice, he heard a maid's cry for help. "Master, master, wake up! Someone, come quickly! Save the young master! He's dying! Someone, help!" Su Huaiyuan frowned and walked over. When he entered the room, he saw the tables and chairs overturned, and there was blood everywhere. Su Huaiyuan was shocked.
The maid crawled over to Su Huaiyuan and grabbed his sleeve. "Master, master, please save the young master. The young master, he's dying! Please, master!" Looking at the maid's bloody hands and her repeated kowtows, Su Huaiyuan had no choice but to say, "Someone, carry him to the bed." Then he stepped back and let go of the maid's hand.
"Thank you, master, thank you, master!"
Standing aside, Rong Yu sneered, "I heard that Mr. Su is very strict with his family. I didn't expect it to be this serious."
"I'm ashamed. Your Highness, you don't know. This child is my eldest son. He was previously engaged to Your Highness, but after Your Highness returned from the border and canceled the engagement, he fell ill. I haven't seen him for a long time, and I didn't expect him to be like this. I've alarmed Your Highness," Su Huaiyuan explained, bowing to Rong Yu.
"Since Mr. Su has family matters to attend to, I won't disturb you any longer. Farewell," Rong Yu said and turned to leave.
"Senior, is that you?" A sudden voice stopped Rong Yu in his tracks. He turned around and saw the familiar face on the bed, the familiar eyes looking at him. "Is that you, senior?"
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