Zong Jincheng replied, "Of course I can." He was also quite eager to help He Zheng out of his predicament.
Wei Xinglu's eyes lit up as he pointed to the wall beside the gate, saying, "Then let's use this wall. I think it's the same height as He Zheng's house."
"Alright, what else do we need? I'll have Buyan fetch it," Zong Jincheng said.
Wei Xinglu quickly added, "A ladder!"
Zong Jincheng: "..."
He looked at Wei Xinglu as if he were an idiot and asked, "Is this the brilliant plan you came up with to help He Zheng scale the wall? If he could find a ladder at home, would we have had to stack stools last time?"
Wei Xinglu coughed awkwardly, realizing how ridiculous his idea sounded, and quickly improvised, "I meant a human ladder! A real human ladder!"
"Huh?"
Wei Xinglu enthusiastically explained, "The wall is about ten feet high. If you stand on two human ladders, you can easily get over it. Here, let Buyan and Shunzi try it out for you!"
Zong Jincheng glanced at the two of them; their height was sufficient.
Shunzi waved his hands in panic, "No, no, Young Master! I’m as weak as a kitten. If you stand on my shoulders, I won’t be able to get up..."
Zong Jincheng thought about the scenario and realized it was indeed possible.
Wei Xinglu, however, kept pushing his absurd idea, "It’ll work! Just stand on Buyan’s shoulders first, then Zong Jincheng can climb up. Finally, Buyan can stand up, and it’ll be perfect!"
Shunzi: "..."
So, you’re determined to climb that wall today, huh?
"Young Master, I think..."
Before Shunzi could finish his protest, Zong Jincheng instinctively cut him off, "Don’t think anymore. He Zheng is my good brother, and I’m definitely going to help him. Let’s start!"
"Alright!" Wei Xinglu slapped his thigh and shouted, "Ready, go!"
Zong Jincheng climbed up, utterly confused. Why was Wei Xinglu shouting slogans for something as simple as climbing a wall?
Before he could ponder further, Buyan stood up, and Shunzi lifted the young troublemaker higher. The two adults formed a human ladder, successfully hoisting the young master above the height of the wall.
The young master grabbed the edge of the wall, about to speak, when suddenly a head popped up from the other side and sprayed a mouthful of holy water straight at his adorable face!
"Heaven and earth, spirits and demons, reveal yourselves!"
"..."
Shunzi, unable to see what was happening below, felt water dripping onto his head and shouted in confusion, "What’s going on? Young Master! Is it raining?"
The young master had instinctively closed his eyes but was still drenched in holy water, his hair dripping wet.
He clenched his fists and roared, "Wei! Xing! Lu! I’m going to kill you!!!"
The roar was so loud it scared the nearby birds into a frenzy.
Wei Xinglu, still below, taunted, "You book-devouring ghost, get out of my brother’s body right now!"
His brother, Zong Jincheng, was the leader of the four young troublemakers of the capital. There was no way he could be the little genius who could recite astronomy and geography backward!
"You!!" Zong Jincheng yelled, "Buyan! Put me down! I’m going to kill this little bastard!"
Buyan obeyed immediately and lowered the young master.
Wei Xinglu panicked and ran around, screaming, "Help... help! Why is this ghost so powerful? The holy water didn’t work!"
Zong Jincheng pounced on him, pinning him to the ground, and started shaking him by the neck, "Who’s the ghost? You’re the ghost, you jerk! You dared to have someone spray dirty water on my face. I’m going to end you today!!"
"Cough... cough... Master, Master, save me..." Wei Xinglu choked, his eyes rolling back as he looked around for help.
The next moment, two ghost hunters jumped over the wall, one holding a whisk and the other a star chart, both pointing at Zong Jincheng and shouting, "Demon, show your true form at once!"
"..."
Zong Jincheng’s face turned red.
Then purple.
Then black.
Even Shunzi, standing nearby, could barely hold him back, feeling as if the young master was about to blow up the entire Marquis Manor.
Then, the young master furiously ordered, "Buyan, arrest these two frauds!"
"Yes!"
With a single move, Buyan subdued the two men and handed them over to the guards at the gate of the Marquis Manor.
"Hahahahaha..." Xu Wan, who had just arrived, burst into laughter after witnessing the entire scene, almost rolling on the ground.
The young master, his hair disheveled and still fuming, saw Xu Wan laughing at him and, in a fit of frustration, turned back to continue strangling Wei Xinglu, "You jerk, how dare you make fun of me! You think I’m a pushover?!"
Wei Xinglu was already gasping for air. Xu Wan ordered Cui Liu to rescue him, while other maids quickly brought water and towels to clean up the young master.
Zong Jincheng stood there, his chest heaving with anger, his eyes fixed on Wei Xinglu, afraid that Xu Wan might secretly let him escape.
Wei Xinglu coughed for a while before finally catching his breath. Pointing at Zong Jincheng, he weakly accused, "You powerful little ghost, I warn you, get out of my brother’s body right now. Otherwise, even if I die... even if I’m strangled to death, I’ll haunt you as a ghost!"
Zong Jincheng, infuriated, wanted to charge at him again.
But Xu Wan held him back, smiling as she tried to reason with him, "Your brother here cares about you, doesn’t he? He’s worried you’ve been possessed by a ghost and is risking his life to save you."
Zong Jincheng exploded, "Who’s the one possessed by a ghost here?!"
Damn it, why was everyone against him today?
First Xu Wan, and now even his own brother was making a fool of him!
The young master felt like he had lost all dignity today!
Wei Xinglu, still coughing, pointed at Zong Jincheng and accused, "If you’re not a ghost, how come after not seeing you for three months, you suddenly know how to recite so many books? I’ve been forced to study for five or six years by my father, and I can’t recite as much as you did that day!"
Zong Jincheng snapped, "That’s because I’m naturally talented! I have a photographic memory! Do you understand? I only need to read something once, and I can remember it all! I can even recite it backward!"
"Bull!" Wei Xinglu shot back, "I know my brother too well. He doesn’t have that kind of ability!"
Zong Jincheng immediately started looking around for something.
Wei Xinglu asked, "What are you looking for?"
Zong Jincheng replied, "I’m looking for a stick to beat you to death!"
This idiot actually thought of him as nothing more than a good-for-nothing brat!
Who did he think he was looking down on?
Wei Xinglu: "..."
Seeing Zong Jincheng about to lose his temper again, this fiery temper was indeed characteristic of his brother, but...
"Are you really Zong Jincheng?" he tentatively asked.
Zong Jincheng finally found a stick and swung it at him, "I’m your father!!"
"Ahhh! Help!! Madam Zong, save me! Save me, save me, save me!!"
