Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Su Wei didnât say anything else, simply smiling beside Su Qingzhi.
They sat in the ancestral hall for a while longer before Su Wei received the news. âGeneral, heâs back.â
The affection in Su Qingzhiâs eyes instantly vanished, replaced by an unfathomable gaze. âBring him here.â
âYes, sir!â
Su Wei immediately went to Su Jinxuanâs courtyard.
Su Jinxuan had narrowly escaped death and finally returned. Before he could even apply the golden wound medicine, he was dragged away by Su Wei.
âDeputy General Su, what are you doing? Iâm the young master of the residence. Why are you treating me like this?!â
Su Jinxuan had fought for a day and a night, exhausted from his efforts to escape from Chu Yihanâs shadow guards.
Little did he know, there was such a heavy trap waiting for him here!
He had thought that with Su Yingxue around, the Marquisâs Manor would be the most dangerous yet safest place!
Su Wei forcefully dragged him to the ancestral hall and threw him in.
âBang!â
The sound of his body hitting the ground echoed.
Su Jinxuanâs evil eyes darkened. Seeing Su Qingzhi standing tall like a pine tree, he subconsciously wanted to kill the old man!
He was so biased towards Su Yingxue!
And now, they had captured him and brought him here!
But if he wanted to live, he couldnât afford to offend him now!
He got up and knelt, putting on a very obedient look. âGrandfather, Iâm sorry for worrying you with my injuries. Iâm unfilial.â
âIn front of me, how long do you intend to keep up this act, little brat?â
Su Qingzhi walked up to him, pressing his powerful palm on Su Jinxuanâs shoulder. Su Jinxuan immediately felt like his shoulder was about to break. âAlt!â
It hurt!
This was where he had been stabbed, so deep that it reached the bone. It was the most serious wound he had sustained.
Su Jinxuanâs eyes filled with deep hatred. D*mn old man!
He had barely escaped with his life, only to be met with this kind of treatment!
Su Qingzhi, you old fart!
âYour injuries are not light, yet you still know how to cry out in pain, you little brat.â
Su Qingzhi took the handkerchief from Su Wei and wiped the blood off his hands.
âGrandfather, your grandson is injured and suffering. I hope youâll let me heal first. Otherwise, if my injuries worsen, Iâll have no choice but to leave youâ¦â
Su Jinxuanâs rational mind told him that Su Qingzhi was cunning and wise. He could only feign vulnerability to gain his sympathy!
After all, he was an old fox!
But Su Qingzhiâs reaction always caught him off guard.
âEven if you died in front of our ancestors, there would be nothing to regret. Having an unfilial descendant like you is a disgrace to the Su family. You deserve to die!â
Su Qingzhiâs tone was stern.
Su Jinxuanâs heart trembled violently, a wave of humiliation washing over him. Subconsciously, he gripped the short knife at his waist.
Su Qingzhi, you old fart!
â What, you still want to kill me? Go ahead, give it a try!â Su Qingzhi said domineeringly. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Su Jinxuan clenched his teeth tightly, suppressing the urge to act. He lowered his head, not letting his emotions show. âI wouldnât dare. Even if you wanted my life, I wouldnât complain!â
âIf you were a true man of the Su family, you wouldnât resort to such insincere speech. Learn from your motherâs fake ways!â Su Qingzhi pointed at him in disgust. âIf you had dared to attack me just now, I would have respected you as a man. But you didnât dare! You only know how to scheme behind peopleâs backs, colluding with the Seventh Prince to harm Yingxue and the Ninth Prince! Su Jinxuan, have you no shame?â