Ke'er flinched, startled by her young master, and whispered timidly, "Young Master, are you alright..." She secretly wondered why her young master's expression was so strange today. It held a faint echo of the lewd and frivolous manner of the past; she prayed he wouldn't revert to being that prodigal scion of the palace.

Immediately following a furious shout, with a resounding bang, a massive, flabby body, trembling with layers of fat, shot out like a meteor, slamming a man-shaped hole through the final, thick wall. With a wet smack, something resembling a pile of pulverized flesh crashed heavily onto the ground.

Simultaneously, an indescribable stench instantly permeated the air...

Tang Yuan, Fatty Tang!

But at this moment, he was utterly unconscious, blood still weeping from the corners of his mouth, eyes tightly shut, his naked body prostrate on the ground, and there was a patch of yellowish...

On his formerly round backside, there was now a deep palm print, sinisterly mottled purple and blue. The edges of the print were severely swollen, and the center was already bruised black and purple—a bone might even be broken. To fracture a bone in that specific area would require immense force! Everyone present felt as though they had been struck by lightning, their eyes twitching uncontrollably. They truly could not fathom what the Fatty could have done to provoke such an explosion of rage from the usually icy, aloof, and proud Elder Lord Zhu!

How tragic, how utterly pitiful, to be beaten to such a state that even the contents of his bowels were expelled from the palace! Elder Lord Zhu’s face was a mask of despair, his whole body shaking like a sieve; all his former composure—the coldness, the calm, the arrogance—had vanished without a trace...

Elder Lord Zhu’s face was smeared with yellowish matter, even obscuring his eyes, his snow-white hair and eyebrows, his snow-white robes, his snow-white... in short, numerous vital areas were speckled with yellow dots. Most horrifyingly, under Jun Mo Xie’s calculated maneuvers and Tang Yuan’s unwitting complicity, Elder Lord Zhu had chosen precisely the wrong moment... Just as he used the wooden stick to pry... Tang Yuan’s long-suppressed urges finally erupted, a waterfall descending three thousand chi in a rapid torrent, spraying directly onto... Ah, the correct description would be the Yellow River bursting its banks...

Minister Tang was enraged!

Anyone seeing their own son beaten from merely somewhat chubby into a heap of ruined flesh would be furious!

Why? So my son is a little overweight? Even if you, Old Eunuch Zhu, hold the power of life and death here, at most you should declare him unqualified and be done with it! To beat him into this condition? This is too much! It seemed the Fatty only had a threadbare wisp of life remaining...

It was truly thanks to his ancestors that Fatty Tang managed to cling to life under such unexpected circumstances! Jun Mo Xie had only intended for him to release a simple fart at the crucial moment, but this fool had unilaterally altered the prescription, even escalating matters by overeating, which resulted in a full-blown Yellow River deluge. Elder Lord Zhu, who was maniacally obsessed with cleanliness, suffered this undeserved calamity today; the fact that he didn't beat the boy to death on the spot was already showing great deference to His Majesty the Emperor—er, great deference to Minister Tang.

“Zhu Zhuzhu! What is the meaning of this!? Give Old Man Tang an explanation!” Minister Tang roared, trembling with heartache. Looking at his son’s gruesome state, he longed to tear Zhu Zhuzhu limb from limb!

After a long, long silence, a voice, dark with sheer malice, coldly commanded, “Tang Qianyu, if it weren't for Old Man Tang Wanli’s sake today, neither you nor your brat would leave here alive. Now, lift your wretched son and vanish before my eyes immediately! Do not test my patience by making me change my mind and keep both of you here.”

“Everyone outside, clear out!” Finally, there was a thunderous roar, followed by sounds of retching that seemed to tear at the heart. It was clear that Elder Lord Zhu was vomiting violently now—for some unknown reason?

Word had it that Elder Lord Zhu was pathologically clean. Could it be that the Fatty’s yellowish-white discharge had disgusted him?

Everyone outside exchanged bewildered glances, speculating, before fleeing in a swarm... The odor in there was simply too... authentic!

As for Minister Tang, although furious, he dared not retort. A wise man doesn't fight a losing battle; getting his son medical attention was the priority!

It wasn’t until the next day that Minister Tang understood the full truth. Old Master Tang Wanli stormed into the palace to seek justice from Zhu Zhuzhu for his grandson. He felt deeply aggrieved: he and Old Eunuch Zhu had been friends for decades. If you couldn't even go easy on my grandson, fine, but beating him like this? Truly, what could not be tolerated became intolerable!

The result of seeking justice was that Old Master Tang thoroughly learned what "unbearable" meant, returning home utterly crestfallen and raging.

He insisted on imposing severe family punishment on Fatty Tang! All the women of the Tang family, Old Madam Tang, and Fatty Tang’s mother knelt in a row. After exerting immense effort, Old Master Tang ultimately failed in his righteous decision to execute the punishment. Indeed, Fatty’s injuries this time were severe, not only major external wounds but also considerable internal damage; another session of corporal punishment might actually have been fatal. But the after-effects were still devastating. Both Old Master Tang and Minister Tang were anxious and heartbroken. After all, for this matter, the Tang family had spent fortunes and pulled every favor, finally clearing every single obstacle. Once they got past Elder Eunuch Zhu, the family was preparing a celebration feast.

But at this utterly critical juncture, Fatty Tang unleashed a turbulent, overflowing Yellow River incident. And this time, the diarrhea wasn't just a metaphor; it was actual, honest-to-goodness dysentery, splashing Elder Eunuch Zhu—known for his cleanliness—all over his face, robes... ah, in his mouth!

Never mind a fastidious Elder Eunuch Zhu; anyone would find that unbearable!

Both Old Master Tang and Minister Tang were so incensed by Tang Yuan’s earth-shattering actions that they were laid low in bed. The Old Master lay there, eyes vacant, mumbling repeatedly: He'd always heard the phrase "losing control at a crucial moment"—he always thought it was just a joking insult. Now, he finally knew such a bizarre and strange thing actually existed. Strange and rare didn't mean it couldn't happen. As soon as Fatty came to his senses, still gravely injured, he was immediately banished from the family by Old Master Tang’s furious decree! "From this day forward, you are no longer my grandson, Tang Wanli! You are no longer a member of the Tang family! Get out of my sight, and disappear forever!"

This was truly a major crisis!

The Fatty, however, was loyal enough not to betray Jun Mo Xie even under these circumstances. After a few pitiful cries, he was escorted by the contingent of women towards the Jun residence.

This was the only place Fatty could seek refuge, and it was the destination designated by Granny Tang for her grandson. There were three reasons: First, Tang Yuan and Jun Mo Xie were sworn brothers; if not his brother, who else would he run to in this situation? Second, the Fatty was wounded, and severely so; at Jun Mo Xie's place, he would at least have company, as Jun Mo Xie was generally considered a good-for-nothing anyway, right? Third, the two families weren't far apart, allowing the ladies of the Tang family to visit frequently.

When leaving the Tang manor, Tang Yuan issued two commands: First, move the large wardrobe from my room; second, beat the guy who washes my clothes to death with sticks.

The first point was easy to understand. The large wardrobe contained Tang Yuan’s savings accumulated over the years, a substantial sum, which he naturally needed to take with him, as he might depend on it for his livelihood later. As for the laundryman, that revealed Tang Yuan’s vicious side: that man was a scholar, a well-known talent from the Golden Autumn Scholars’ Assembly! Tang Yuan had deliberately abused this hypocritical scholar and kept him doing laundry, earning hatred that went to the bone.

Now that Tang Yuan was expelled from his home, this fellow was effectively free. If this scholar were to slip out, find a new master, and dedicate himself to opposing Tang Yuan—well, it seemed entirely plausible that the great scholar would do just that.

And Tang Yuan naturally didn't want such a ticking time bomb around. Since he didn't know when he could return, eliminating the threat early was peace of mind...

For Fatty Tang, in his semi-conscious state, to still consider this after being fiercely berated by his grandfather and father was quite remarkable.

When he arrived at the Jun manor, Jun Zhantian was laughing with utmost abandon in his grandson's courtyard—such an entertaining event, given Old Master Jun’s exalted status, was naturally the first thing he heard about.

Tang Wanli’s grandson actually defecated right into the mouth of Zhu Zhuzhu, one of the Forbidden Palace’s supreme experts... Once this explosive news was verified, Old Master Jun returned home laughing so hard he nearly doubled over. When he told Jun Mo Xie, Jun Mo Xie froze instantly, stunned like a chicken struck by lightning.

Heavens above, Fatty, you actually dared to pull this off! You dared to stage such a dramatic scenario? Based on the data gathered by Killer Jun from various sources, that Elder Lord Zhu was at least a Heaven Profound Master, perhaps even rivaling his own grandfather, Jun Zhantian, in true strength—what kind of person was that!

Seeing his grandson’s stunned silence instead of laughter upon hearing such a hilarious anecdote, the Old Master felt puzzled and asked.

Jun Mo Xie clutched his head, a mixture of crying and laughing, “That idea... it seems, perhaps, maybe, it might have been mine...” Old Master Jun Zhantian and Jun Wuyi choked simultaneously, staring at Jun Mo Xie, speechless.

Although several hedging adverbs preceded his statement, this piece of information was even more explosive. If Elder Lord Zhu knew this wasn't an accident but deliberate, then...

Old Master Jun and his son broke out in a cold sweat...

“My original intent was just for him to let out a simple fart when Elder Lord Zhu was checking... his backside... So I gave him a Qi-inducing pill...” Jun Mo Xie looked innocently at his grandfather and uncle. “Fatty Tang doesn't want to be an official, so... Who could have guessed that something manageable would turn into this mess in the hands of the Fatty? Fate plays cruel tricks!”

The two men were dumbfounded. They never imagined that such a massive blunder had a cause, and the root lay with Jun Mo Xie! This matter absolutely could not be known to anyone else, or the consequences would be dire!