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Chapter 271 The Lion Opens His Mouth
At this moment, Si Chengyi's tone was filled with fear and sobs, and he looked so miserable. Wang Qiuhe felt so distressed. When had her son ever been like this? "Tell me, what's going on?"
Si Chengyi then told the story in bits and pieces. It turned out that he was having dinner in a restaurant with a few friends today, one of whom was the son of Marquis Dingguo.
Although I occasionally played with him, for some reason the two of us disliked each other, but we had always been at peace. Today at noon, the two met unexpectedly at the table.
Several of them knew each other from frequent play, so they sat at the same table to eat. After three rounds of drinks, they drank a few more glasses without realizing it. The son of the Marquis of Dingguo, perhaps because he had drunk too much, began to talk about Si Chengyi intentionally or unintentionally.
At first Si Chengyi didn't take it seriously, because his father was a high-ranking official. His father was only the Right Deputy Censor-in-Chief, so naturally he didn't dare to argue with him. But the more he kept silent, the more excited the young master of Dingguo became, and in the end he almost pointed at his nose and cursed him.
Si Chengyi was usually a man who cared a lot about his reputation. He lost face in front of so many people and was furious, but he could only try his best to endure it. In the end, he could not bear it anymore and retorted a few words. Maybe he was really drunk, so the son of Marquis Dingguo stood up and started scolding him.
He called him a bastard, saying that he was not even as good as his guard dog. He told him that if Si Chengyi didn't do something, he would never be able to stay in this circle again. He instantly became furious and started fighting with him.
Si Chengyi suddenly jumped up, picked up the wine glass on the table and smashed it on his head. As the two were close to each other and the son of Marquis Dingguo was caught off guard, he was hit hard on the head and started bleeding.
The young master of the Dingguo Marquis's Mansion felt liquid flowing down his head. He subconsciously reached out to touch it, only to see blood all over his hands. He was immediately furious that a person whom he looked down upon dared to smash his head. Without saying a word, he punched Si Chengyi hard.
In a short while, the two of them fought back and forth, and their moves were ruthless. The people who were traveling with them wanted to separate them but could not intervene. They could only persuade them kindly: "Stop fighting."
The scene was in chaos, but how could the two men, who were so angry that they were mad, listen to them? Finally, when they were tired of fighting, they were pulled apart. At this time, both of them were covered in bruises and looked extremely embarrassed.
Si Chengyi was better off, as he was physically strong and did not suffer serious injuries. However, the Prince of Dingguo was not so lucky.
He has been weak since childhood and had to take medicine all year round when he was a child. Now he has finally recovered a little, but today this incident suddenly happened again, and as a result, he had to be beaten. Si Chengren was caught off guard for the first time, and he was basically the one who got beaten afterwards.
At this moment, he was lying on the ground, groaning in pain. Si Chengyi had regained consciousness by then. Looking at the man on the ground, he was so scared that he didn't know what to do and his face turned pale.
"Si Chengyi, if you dare to hit me, I will never let you go. Just wait for me." The Duke of Dingguo looked at him with difficulty, his eyes grim.
At this time, several people nearby came out to smooth things over. They had all grown up together, so it was normal for them to have a fight after drinking. Although the fight was a bit brutal, it would be fine after some rest: "Si Chengyi drank too much today, and he's still drunk. Why don't we just ask him to pay some money and let this matter go."
"That's right, it's too ugly. How can we play together in the future?"
"Si Chengyi, why don't you hurry up and apologize to the young master of Dingguo." Someone winked at Si Chengyi.
When Si Chengyi heard this, he reacted immediately and hurriedly apologized to the Prince of Dingguo who was still lying on the ground. His attitude was sincere and his tone was heavy. He was really scared.
When the Duke of Dingguo saw Si Chengyi's appearance, he gasped and tried his best to endure the pain in his body: "You son of a bitch Si Chengyi, you are a side branch, what qualifications do you have to show off in front of me? I will beat you to death."
Having just beaten someone up, Si Chengyi didn't say anything back no matter how he was scolded. He just kept his head down and looked like he was letting himself be manipulated.
"I've never seen a coward like you, a wimp..." The young master of Dingguo kept cursing. The people around him couldn't stand it anymore. They thought to themselves that they must not offend him in the future, as the consequences would be disastrous.
Finally, he got tired of scolding, and someone advised him, "Si Chengyi knows he is wrong. He has let you scold him for so long, so he should calm down now."
"That's right, give us some face and don't bother with him."
Everyone talked one after another, and the anger of the Duke of Dingguo subsided a little, but only a little. Someone next to him helped him up from the ground and let him sit on a chair.
"You tell me how to resolve the matter of Si Chengyi." Young Master Dingguo rested his hands on the table and spoke word by word.
"It was indeed my fault for what happened today. I will find the best doctor in the capital to treat your injuries and pay you some compensation." Si Chengyi lowered his head so that his facial expression could not be seen, but his hands tucked into his sleeves were clenched into fists.
"Hmph, you actually dared to hit me, young master. How many lives do you have? Or do you think that your mansion will go against our Dingguo Marquisate just for a side branch like you?" The young master of Dingguo Marquis said arrogantly, not taking Si Chengyi seriously at all.
In their circle, status and position are the most important. People of low status naturally have to speak carefully. If it were in the past, Si Chengyi would not have been so harsh. The main reason was that he drank two extra glasses today, and he didn't get the money, so he was in a bad mood. He was scolded by him a few words, and his anger suddenly rose, so he did this impulsively.
"Why don't you take a piss and see what kind of person you are. Next time you see me, take a detour. Otherwise, I will beat you every time I see you." Seeing that Si Chengyi didn't say anything, the Duke of Dingguo became even more arrogant, with his nose almost pointing to the sky.
"Look at how cowardly you are. For the sake of a few friends, I can let go of you today, but you have to pay for the medical expenses." The Duke of Dingguo finally breathed a sigh of relief. It would be bad if something like theirs was made too big a big deal, but Si Chengyi would still have to be punished.
"That's natural. We'll still be friends in the future."
"The young master of Dingguo Marquis's Mansion is righteous and awe-inspiring. Si Chengyi will certainly pay for the medical expenses."
"I don't know how much the medical expenses should be."
Seeing that the situation had eased, several people began to add fuel to the fire, hoping to resolve the matter quickly.
"My father has never been willing to hit me since I was little. Looking across the entire capital, you, Si Chengyi, are the best." The Duke of Dingguo snorted coldly. Due to excessive force, he accidentally pulled the wound and cried out in pain.
"This young master has been injured so badly that I don't know how many days I will be unable to go out. I won't ask for much from you. Just give me eight hundred taels of silver and today's matter will be over." Young Master Dingguo Hou had a magnanimous look on his face, but his words made everyone present, except him, stare with wide eyes.