Chapter 210: Confessing guilt

Before Chen Guanlou even arrived home, he saw from afar the Liu Fu steward squatting at his own courtyard gate, with a servant beside him carrying gifts.

He laughed, full of disdain.

As soon as the Liu Fu steward approached the Heavenly Prison, he was driven away by the guards. Since he couldn't wait for anyone at the Heavenly Prison, he simply came to squat at the Chen residence. He didn't expect his luck to be so good; he squatted on the person on the very first day.

"Chen Tou, Chen Tou."

He hurriedly greeted him.

"Chen Tou has worked hard, Chen Tou has finally returned."

Chen Guanlou looked at him with a half-smile, and the Liu Fu steward was looked at with a guilty conscience, his eyeballs turning left and right, not daring to face Chen Guanlou's intense gaze at all. He could only force a smile and apologize.

"Chen Tou, look at this, this, why don't we go inside and talk? I will definitely give Chen Tou a satisfactory explanation."

"Fine! Go inside and talk. I also want to hear what you can say."

He opened the courtyard gate and invited the person in. Right in the courtyard, at a table with two chairs and a pot of tea, they avoided the glaring sun.

Chen Guanlou poured tea himself, and the Liu Fu steward put on a look of extreme fear and trepidation, holding the teacup with both hands, appearing exceptionally cautious.

Chen Guanlou ignored him and said slowly: "I chatted with Lord Liu today, it was really interesting. Steward Liu, could it be that you want to betray your master?"

"A huge injustice!" The Liu Fu steward put down the teacup, almost kneeling, his expression extremely panicked, his eyes chaotic, "Even if I were given ten guts, I wouldn't dare to betray my master. I am a servant born in Liu Fu, my family has worked in Liu Fu for three generations, and even my surname was changed to Liu. If I betray my master, who else in the world would dare to use me, where else would I have a path to take?"

Chen Guanlou smiled, "I don't believe it!"

"Chen Tou, listen to my explanation." The Liu Fu steward appeared exceptionally anxious, "Everything is my fault, it was I who acted on my own initiative, and it has nothing to do with my Master."

"Oh! So you know." He was full of sarcasm.

The Liu Fu steward lowered his head in embarrassment, waved his hand, letting the servant wait outside, and then said: "Chen Tou might not know, but previously the Master ordered me to destroy that painting, but I was worried about being held accountable afterwards, so I kept hesitating. Until the Master said the case was about to be judged, and the result definitely wouldn't be good, fearing that it might be... I thought about it left and right, thinking that if the Great Master of the Hou Fu happened to like this painting, would it be possible to help my Master overcome the current difficulty.

That is why I acted on my own initiative to put that painting together with other wealth. I didn't dare to tell Chen Tou beforehand because I was afraid Chen Tou wouldn't agree. Sigh... it was I who was muddled, it was I who was too clever for my own good. Chen Tou, please don't vent your anger on my Master; if you want to beat or punish, just come at me, even if you want my head, I accept it!"

The Liu Fu steward was first guilty, gradually became calm, and finally had a look of righteous indignation. He considered himself, as a steward, sharing the worries for the Master in the Heavenly Prison, to be his duty. He felt sorry for Chen Guanlou, but he felt sorry for his own Master, sorry for the Liu family, and had fulfilled his duty.

Having fulfilled his duty to his master, he had a clear conscience.

Chen Guanlou bared his teeth.

People these days all take pride in loyalty, and the Liu Fu steward was no exception.

"Your plan has fallen through. The Great Master of the Hou Fu will absolutely not interfere in Lord Liu's case."

Upon hearing this, the Liu Fu steward was full of disappointment, "Actually, from the very beginning, I knew this matter definitely wouldn't succeed. But, I still thought about trying it, even if there was only a one-in-ten-thousand chance, if it succeeded, it would be my Master's luck. In the end, I was too wishful. Causing trouble for Chen Tou, this old man apologizes to you."

Having said that, he was about to kneel.

Chen Guanlou reached out his hand, and no matter what, the Liu Fu steward couldn't kneel down; a force was preventing him.

He raised his head, eyes wide, looking at Chen Guanlou, full of disbelief.

Chen Guanlou showing this hand in front of him was to remind the other party, "Although I don't have martial pulses, I practice martial arts every day and have never slacked off. Dealing with seven or eight ordinary people is not a problem. You Liu Fu, as far as I know, has no martial artists. You dare to plot against me, are you certain I don't have the ability to kill?"

"No, no, no, I have absolutely no such intention." The Liu Fu steward broke into a cold sweat; he didn't expect Chen Guanlou to be like a dog, turning his face as soon as he spoke.

"Please, Chen Tou, show mercy. If Chen Tou wants to kill to vent his anger, just kill me. Others in Liu Fu know nothing about this matter, even the Madam doesn't know of the existence of this painting."

Chen Guanlou gave a cold laugh, released his hand, and the force was removed.

The Liu Fu steward managed to steady himself by holding the table leg, so he didn't fall to the ground. He gasped for air, slowly sat back in the chair, and drank a sip of tea to calm his panicked mood.

"Thank you, Chen Tou, for not killing me."

"I was afraid of dirtying the floor."

"Yes, yes, yes. A small person like me, how could I dirty Chen Tou's home. Chen Tou can take my life at any time, I have no complaints. I just hope Chen Tou won't vent his anger on others. This matter was done by me, I will bear it alone."

"You knew the painting was a disaster, yet you didn't burn it. And you dared to act on your own initiative to plot against me, you have quite some guts. Saying you betrayed your master is not wronging you at all."

This time, the Liu Fu steward didn't defend himself; he sighed and said: "Burning the painting is easy, I'm just afraid that one day in the future, the authorities will investigate this matter, and the Liu family won't be able to explain, suffering another disaster."

"You have words within words!" Chen Guanlou raised an eyebrow slightly.

The Liu Fu steward looked at him, "Does Chen Tou think Master Jiang can continue to be so triumphant?"

How is that possible!

Jiang Tu is just a grasshopper after autumn, he will be liquidated sooner or later. The difference is whether the old Emperor liquidates him or the new Emperor liquidates him.

"One day in the future, when Master Jiang is liquidated by the imperial court, this painting might be discovered, and the Brocade Uniform Guard will definitely investigate to the end. Destroying the painting is easy, but when the Brocade Uniform Guard investigates, how will one explain? Thinking about it, the only way is to transfer it."

"Diverting the disaster, you are quite skilled at playing this!" Chen Guanlou mocked.

The Liu Fu steward looked embarrassed and explained in a low voice: "The Great Master of the Hou Fu has deep pockets and a solid foundation. For Liu Fu, the painting might bring a disaster of extinction. But for the Great Master, a mere painting doesn't damage his skin at all. Therefore, this old man dared to use this inferior strategy. Chen Tou, rest assured, for this batch of goods, Liu Fu doesn't want a single penny, it's all Chen Tou's. If the Great Master of the Hou Fu refuses to accept the painting, just return it. Even risking the danger of being investigated and liquidated in the future, I must burn that painting."

At this moment, the Liu Fu steward finally made up his mind; he must burn the disastrous painting.

Chen Guanlou gave a laugh, "Money, if you don't say it, I won't give you a penny. This is what your Liu Fu owes me. As for the painting, the Great Master has taken a liking to it."

A surprise fell from the sky, and the Liu Fu steward was so happy his hands were trembling, "Really, really? The Great Master has taken a liking to that painting, is it true?"

"Yes, he has taken a liking to it. You just need to know this, don't tell your Master."

"Why is that!"

"You haven't been to the Heavenly Prison these past few days, you haven't seen Lord Liu, so you don't know. Lord Liu can no longer withstand stimulation."

"Ah!" The Liu Fu steward panicked! ===== CHAPTER 211 =====