There was silence in the living room.

The relatives looked at each other, Mr. Li...?

They are inherently bullies, otherwise they would not have dared to come and bully the eldest lady after the old lady left.

Li Xianyuan said to Song Shi strangely: "Why did you come in before I called you?"

"Master Li, Mr. Shen's people have sent a letter." Song Shi replied respectfully.

"He's just a young man, he can't be an official..."

"Maybe he did it deliberately to show us..."

"It's fake..."

Pang's relatives were whispering and looking suspicious.

"You don't know? You are really ignorant." The eldest lady said coldly: "He is the head of the Tong Sheng case. He was a sixth-grade Guan Neihou. When the magistrate of Wuhou City met him, he would respectfully call him Master Li."

Li Xianyuan nodded to show that he understood. After hearing what the eldest lady said, he looked around and said to Song Shi: "Just in time, you will take these people..."

The relatives all froze in action. The leading woman became even more nervous.

"Don't worry, I'm very soft-hearted." Li Xianyuan smiled at her. After these relatives felt relieved, he calmed down and said coldly: "Throw these people out. They will not be allowed to appear in Wuhou City in the future. They will be beaten every time they appear. , he was beaten ten times when he appeared twice. The third time he was beaten to death.”

"It's Mr. Li!" Song Shi felt that Li Xianyuan was extremely domineering, raised his voice and shouted, then turned and walked towards those relatives.

Song Shi was the bodyguard of the county magistrate. It was easy for him to deal with a group of old and frail ordinary people. Amid a burst of ghostly cries and howls, Song Shi threw these people out of the Li Mansion one by one.

"We were once a family, but we fought with each other for money."

Li Xianyuan couldn't help but tsk, it's human nature.

He looked at the eldest lady: "Don't you really want to include them in the family tree?"

"It's none of your business." The eldest lady pretended to be cold. What Li Xianyuan just said made her feel uncomfortable, even if what he said was right.

Li Xianyuan shook his head. If he didn't come, the eldest lady, whose family fortune was most important, would most likely take them in.

"How can you, a woman, defeat these old fritters? Your property will be completely divided up by them in a few months. By then, it won't matter if the Li family is still alive. It has nothing to do with you."

"I still have things to do, please remember. It is the old lady's wish to expel them, and if you take them back, you are going against the old lady's wish. It is important to carry on the family line? If you are in a dilemma, find someone named Li. Wouldn’t it be nice to have a son-in-law?”

Li Xianyuan resolutely kept silent. If he continued to speak, he would suggest that he was recommending himself. He then said, "Miss, lend me a groom. Song Shi, keep an eye on those people and beat them to death if they make any move."

Although Li Xianyuan has an indifferent nature, he is still petty in his heart. He respects the old lady, but these people insult the old lady and the Li family, so it is strange that he would swallow their anger.

The eldest lady nodded with a complicated expression, feeling rather unconvinced that she was actually being taught a lesson by Li Xianyuan, who was younger than her.

…

After leaving Li's house, Shen Sheng's personal servant was waiting beside the carriage and saw Li Xianyuan coming up to him quickly.

"I know everything. Uncle Wu, please excuse me." Li Xianyuan said to the borrowed Li family groom.

The little old man called Uncle Wu bowed and said, "Young Master Li, you're welcome."

After getting into the carriage, the servant and Uncle Wu also got on. He flicked his whip and the carriage drove slowly.

The sun was shining brightly today and it was a bit hot. The car was slightly stuffy under the sun. Li Xianyuan opened the curtains and the warm spring breeze blew in.

The scenery on both sides of the street quickly receded, the horse-drawn carriage drove anxiously, and the crowds gave way. After a while, they arrived at a group of residential buildings.

The carriage slowed down a lot and moved forward slowly. It passed through a quiet alley.

This alley is common, with more than a dozen on each street. But I heard Li Xianyuan suddenly say in the carriage: "Stop."

The groom hurriedly pulled the reins to stop the carriage, and the servant put his head into the carriage: "What's wrong, Mr. Li?"

Li Xianyuan raised her eyebrows softly without answering, opened the curtain, jumped out of the car, and quickly walked back to the quiet alley he had passed through before.

The alley is quiet and narrow, only big enough for two people to walk side by side. The eaves of the houses on both sides of the head block most of the light, making it appear dark and damp.

A man dressed as a beggar and wearing rags leaned against the cold wall, murmuring in pain and unable to do anything.

The servant came up from behind quickly and saw a beggar. He couldn't help but asked doubtfully: "Master Li... do you know this man?"

Li Xianyuan shook his head, with some doubts in his eyes. It was common for beggars to appear, and Li Xianyuan would give some copper coins as a token of appreciation when he met them in the past. But for some unknown reason, his eyebrows suddenly became hot when the carriage passed by. And this beggar also made him think.

I feel an indescribable feeling in my heart, just like...

Li Xianyuan couldn't find a suitable adjective to describe it.

He squatted down, and a stench like rotting flesh hit his nostrils. Li Xianyuan only frowned, not as unbearable as the servant who pinched his nose.

The beggar was leaning against the wet moss-covered wall. His hair was like hay and scattered in locks. It exuded a filthy stench. He was muttering something in his mouth. Li Xianyuan was curious and squatted down to get closer. He only heard the subtle words of the Bodhisattva of Freedom.

Buddhist scriptures...?

Li Xianyuan was confused and looked away.

At first, Li Xianyuan thought the dirty bumps on the beggar's exposed calves were mud. When he got closer, he discovered that they were sores the size of a baby's fist.

He was still muttering Buddhist scriptures there, unaware of Li Xianyuan's arrival.

Li Xianyuan rolled up his sleeves and put his hand lightly on the beggar's forehead. The white palm and the dirty beggar were clearly different colors.

His forehead was very hot, and the beggar was suffering from a high fever and his consciousness was hazy. Even if he was called, he could not wake up.

Li Xianyuan raised his head and said to his servant: "Go to the government office and ask the doctor there to bring the medicine box. I will wait for you at the nearby medical center."

The servant nodded quickly and was about to run away, but was stopped by Li Xianyuan again.

"Wait a minute." Li Xianyuan said, "Give me a hand and carry him to the carriage."

The servant squatted down with a look of embarrassment on his face, and together with Li Xianyuan, he lifted the beggar up. Uncle Wu backed the carriage to the edge of the alley in time.

The stench hit his nostrils, and Li Xianyuan only frowned slightly. The servant kept retching, but fortunately he did not vomit until the beggar was carried into the carriage.

"Go to the nearby medical clinic." Li Xianyuan said to Uncle Wu. Then he looked at the servant who was kneeling on the ground with his hands and retching: "We are waiting for you at the medical clinic. Go back as soon as possible."

The servant nodded, got up and staggered away.

The carriage drove straight to the nearest hospital. Uncle Wu came in with a kettle in his hand.

"Master Li, here is some water for him to feed."

Li Xianyuan took it and nodded in thanks. He held up the beggar's head and pushed away the hair that was like dry seaweed. He pulled off the lid of the kettle with one hand, pinched the beggar's cheek and carefully poured the water in.

The beggar's lips were moist, and he was subconsciously making swallowing movements. After feeding half a bottle of water, Li Xianyuan stopped, poured water from his sleeve, and wiped the beggar's face carefully.

He wanted to see if the beggar looked like someone he knew well.

"Master Li, you are such a good person." Uncle Wu sighed with emotion from outside. "No wonder the old lady likes you so much."

Li Xianyuan did not answer, but wiped and took away the dirty sleeve.
Chapter completed!