The Most Unruly Prince Consort of Great Qian - Chapter 3

The head of the Gu family, Gu Yunzhuang, had only ever taken one wife; Gu Dao’s birth mother. But she had long since passed away.
His father’s concubine, Mei Sheng, held a lowly status and no real power.
So the one truly in charge of the household was Madam Pang, the official wife of the second master, Gu Yunrui.
Over the years, Madam Pang and the old matriarch had constantly schemed to suppress Gu Dao and elevate Gu Ling in his place. Gu Dao saw through it all with crystal clarity.
When she saw Gu Dao storm in, blade in hand, threatening the old hag, Madam Pang’s only regret was arriving too soon.
Had she come just a little later, perhaps that mountain pressing down on her all these years would finally have been lifted.
She shouted once to gauge his reaction. When Gu Dao made no move to strike, she cautiously stepped forward and said,
“Da Shaoye (eldest young master), it’s dark and windy tonight. Swinging a blade around carelessly, you might end up hurting a family elder. Let’s put the weapon away and talk things over tomorrow.”
Gu Dao had never actually intended to cut down the old witch. The intimidation alone had already done its job, so he sheathed his blade.
“Fine. I’ll show you some respect, Second Aunt,” he said, giving her a bit of face.
“Please escort Da Shaoye to stay in the Zhi Lan Courtyard for now,” Madam Pang instructed, stepping between him and the old matriarch like a human shield.
“Yes, ma’am,” the trembling servants replied, then led Gu Dao away.
As they left, Madam Pang warned coldly behind them,
“If I hear anyone gossiping about what happened tonight… don’t blame me when you lose your pitiful lives.”
Empty words, like trying to plug one’s ears while stealing a bell.
Soon, they arrived at a secluded courtyard with two entrances and two exits.
The furnishings were elegant and refined, warm as spring inside, worlds apart from the burnt-out cold kiln he had just escaped.
Gu Dao stretched with satisfaction. “Prepare hot water. I want a bath.”
“Yes, Da Shaoye!”
The servant, having seen the decapitated body of the second steward earlier, didn’t dare treat Gu Dao as the weakling of the past. Tonight, he was possessed by the god of slaughter.
“After my bath, I want to see supper on the table. If the cook dares make excuses, take him to see what’s left of the second steward.”
The servant shivered violently.
“Y-yes, understood…”
Gu Dao waved a hand, dismissing him.
He wasn’t doing this to put on airs, it was to send a clear message: I’m not someone you can mess with anymore.
After his bath, the table was already set with ten dishes and one soup. Nine of them were meat, and one was even a bear paw.
Gu Dao smirked. Clearly, his show of strength was working.
As the saying goes: Ten years of humiliation, no one spares a glance. Go crazy once, and you’ll be feasting on bear paw.
“This is a protected animal now. Back when I was undercover, I ate it more than a few times, but never one this big.”
Munching on the bear paw, Gu Dao reminisced about his past life.
With a full belly and body refreshed, he conserved his energy. Tomorrow was bound to bring a storm, and he intended to face it head-on.
As he drifted off, hazy thoughts of the future came to him. He remembered that his late mother had left behind a few loyal old servants…

The next morning
Gu Dao slept until he naturally woke.
Instinctively, his hand reached under the pillow, his eyes flew open in alarm.
He was ashamed. How could I forget to keep a gun nearby?
It took a few seconds before he remembered, he wasn’t undercover anymore. He had transmigrated into this cursed world, into a miserable wreck of a life.
“Attend me,” he called out, quickly slipping back into the role of Da Shaoye. No cracks could be allowed to show.
Under the servants’ care, he washed up. Breakfast was served promptly.
Clearly, the kitchen staff were scared stiff—this early in the morning, he was being served bird’s nest soup and shark fin.
The Gu family’s wealth really does run deep, Gu Dao mused.
Just as he was about to eat, a maid barged in with a haughty expression.
It was Chun Tao, the old matriarch’s personal maid.
“The Da Shaoye gets dumped by the princess and suddenly thinks he’s invincible? Murder and arson? Have you thought about how you’re going to end this mess?”
A classic move—
Step one: remind him he was no longer the imperial son-in-law.
Step two: frighten him with threats of dire consequences.
This was the old hag’s usual strategy.
First came Chun Tao’s intimidation.
Then the matriarch would swoop in for the kill.
The original Gu Dao had feared Chun Tao deeply—her shadow loomed over his very bones.
But today, Chun Tao was clearly being used as cannon fodder—to test the waters.
The old woman was trying to figure out if last night’s rampage was a momentary madness or the beginning of a new era.
Gu Dao continued eating slowly, not responding, which Chun Tao mistook for forced composure.
“Eat, eat, go on. Might as well savor your last meal before you die a hungry ghost!”
He set down his empty bowl of bird’s nest soup and looked at her calmly.
“What are you looking at? Even this young lady can’t save you this time—unless…” Chun Tao’s eyes sparkled with greed. “Unless you hand over your mother’s Seven Treasure Phoenix Hairpin. Maybe then I can put in a word—”
Before she could finish, Gu Dao grabbed her by the hair and slammed her face onto the table.
Bang! Chun Tao was stunned.
In one smooth motion, Gu Dao pulled the hairpin from her head and, thunk!—nailed her hand to the table.
Fast. Ruthless. Decisive.
“Ahhh—!” Only then did Chun Tao manage to let out a blood-curdling scream—accompanied by a hot stream down her legs.
Gu Dao wrinkled his nose in disgust, grabbed a bun, and stuffed it into her mouth like a gag.
“You? Covet my mother’s belongings? What a joke.”
“Go crawl back and tell that old hag: I’m coming to see her myself. Now get lost.”
Released, Chun Tao whimpered, gritted her teeth, and yanked the hairpin and her bleeding hand off the table. She stumbled far, far away before daring to spit the bun out and scream again.
“Someone help! Da Shaoye’s gone mad! He’s murdering people—!”
Back inside, Gu Dao leisurely picked at the rest of his food.
Only after eating to eighty percent full did he rise, brimming with battle spirit.
So, the old hag wants revenge?
Let’s see who really ends up settling scores today!