CHAPTER 1743: CHAPTER 1745: STUFF HIS MOUTH FOR ME

"If you dare say one more word, I’ll take your life!" Old Master Luo was truly angry.

His eyes were filled with murderous intent, though only that fool Second Young Master Luo couldn’t see it.

In his whole life, he had never been so humiliated, yet today, in front of everyone, he was openly challenged by his son.

Among the aristocracy, everyone plays around, but never would they make these things public.

This son is just a fool, can’t do anything right, keeping him is just inviting trouble.

If he weren’t his own son, he’d truly abolish him.

"Stuff his mouth shut and take him away."

Second Young Master Luo struggled, but eventually, a servant couldn’t stand his ignorance anymore and whispered a few words in his ear, finally calming him down.

When they returned to the Luo Residence, the fool was thrown into the ancestral hall.

But who knew this guy wouldn’t give up, even while locked in the ancestral hall he was still thinking about that matter, more outrageously, he even started doing it in front of the ancestors.

When his father came in the next day and smelled something odd, he instantly went mad, picking up a sword to kill him.

It was only when Old Madam Luo stepped in that things calmed down, and the person was sent off to stay at a villa.

Old Madam Luo and Old Master Luo, after this incident, added another layer of hatred for the Ye Family.

The Luo Family was having a hard time, and Prince Le’s Mansion was equally under a low-pressure atmosphere.

The Heir of Prince Le had long been detoxified, and after these days of recuperation, he was already fine.

The Princess Consort Le then brought the heir to pay respects to Prince Le.

But Prince Le noticed that his son resembled that former good-for-nothing, timid and never daring to raise his head.

"Lift your head for me!"

Perhaps his voice was too cold, causing the Heir of Prince Le to shrink back.

"What are you afraid of?" Seeing his demeanor, Prince Le grew even angrier, slapping the table with a clap that made both the Princess Consort Le and the Heir of Prince Le kneel on the ground, "Get up for me, why are you all kneeling?"

Seeing them like this, Prince Le shouted again, "I asked you to raise your head, but instead, you lowered it even more."

"Your Highness, please don’t speak so loudly, it will frighten him." The Princess Consort Le herself was startled by Prince Le, imagining how her son might feel. Though not her biological son, she had raised him for several years and felt heartache for him.

Who knew that saying one word would make Prince Le even angrier, "Shut up! Look at the good son you taught, see what kind of heir you have turned him into? A dignified heir doesn’t even dare to lift his head?"

"Wah..." Unexpectedly, the Heir of Prince Le, instead of changing, started crying.

"What are you crying for, keep crying and see what happens!" Hearing him cry gave Prince Le a headache, as if that useless one from childhood appeared in his mind again, surrounded by eunuchs punching and kicking him.

Whenever such images appeared in his mind, another voice would echo, "Kill him, kill him!"

The Heir of Prince Le’s crying did not stop, instead, it grew louder.

Troubled by the voice in his mind, Prince Le suddenly stood up from his chair, walked over to the Heir of Prince Le, raised his son’s head with one hand, his pupils blood-red, eyes sinister, scaring the Heir of Prince Le into shivering, tears streaming down his little face.

But this sight only intensified the voice in Prince Le’s head, causing him to clamp a hand around his son’s neck.