Two streets away from the Duke Chong's Mansion.
There stood a five-entry large house.
Usually, the main gate was closed, with only the second gate allowing servants to come and go.
Today, the mansion was unusually noisy.
A group of maids and servants were carrying things into the mansion, but their faces showed no joy of moving, only humiliation and anger.
In the courtyard, maids and servants stood there, not knowing where to go.
There wasn't a steward present to arrange matters.
Everyone was waiting.
Waiting for the Duchess to plead with the Emperor to step in and force Marquis Dongxiang to return the Duke's Mansion to them.
However, they all knew the hope was slim.
Marquis Dongxiang was someone who dared to break the Duke's ribs and often threatened the court ministers in front of the Emperor.
The Emperor couldn't subdue Marquis Dongxiang.
In the inner courtyard, main hall.
The Old Madam of Duke Chong sat on the Arhat Couch, her face dark enough to drip ink.
