Meanwhile, in the teahouse.

“My elder brother is the renowned General stationed in the South. There is no other man as outstanding as him in the entire Great Yan. His Majesty would never be willing to kill him.”

Shen Qingye was indignant; he looked down on Shen Qingfeng's behavior and spoke with considerable dissatisfaction.

"The third brother is simply being ridiculous!"

"You're such a grown man, all you do all day is cause trouble."

His third brother and he didn't get along when they were young, and their relationship became even more complicated as they grew up.

“Second brother, third brother is being brave,” Shen Yu disagreed.

Shen Qingye: "What bullshit about bravery, it's just recklessness."

Is it reckless?

That's true to some extent.

Although tyrants dislike it when others beg for mercy, the mutual confession of guilt by the Marquis of Anbo and his son can also be seen as a form of begging for mercy from another perspective.

The other people in the teahouse thought the same thing, but it didn't really concern them much, so they just watched it as entertainment.

"Don't worry, Second Brother, I will definitely save Father, Eldest Brother, and Third Brother."

Shen Yu clenched his fists, his eyes gleaming, looking resolute.

Shen Qingye didn't believe it: "How could that be? Yu'er, you're just too kind. Have you forgotten how she treated you and me in the Southern Frontier? We still have to rely on our elder brother for this."

"My sister will always be my sister. No matter what she has done, Yu'er will forgive her." Shen Yu's attitude was sincere.

Seeing this, Shen Qingye felt that it was not enough to send Shen Qingfeng to the ancestral hall alone; he had to call Shen Jiao along as well.

The tyrant remained silent, and those kneeling on the ground had no choice but to continue kneeling. Shen Qingcheng was alright, but Shen Qingfeng was already drenched in cold sweat.

Throughout his life, the two people he feared most were his grandfather and Ji Yan.

If we really had to choose between the two, he would definitely fear the tyrant more.

His grandfather gave him a beating and that was it.

But Ji Yan is different; he can actually kill people.

Waaaaah, is he going to die again?

Marquis Anbo was quite unhappy.

How come Shen Jiao is becoming more and more unfilial as she grows up?

Even if she's lucky enough to gain the emperor's favor, he's still her father. How can he not say anything after seeing her father kneeling on the ground for so long!

But he couldn't speak; whenever he opened his mouth, his eldest son would scare him with his eyes.

Marquis Anbo was so angry that his liver ached.

That brat isn't as considerate as Yu'er at all.

I must make her kneel in the ancestral hall when we get back!

not enough.

They need to copy the family rules a hundred more times!

Shen Qingfeng was nervous and asked in a low voice, "Brother, can she...?"

Before he could even utter the words "please plead with His Majesty on our behalf," Shen Qingcheng ruthlessly interrupted him.

"No, this has nothing to do with Jiaojiao."

Marquis Anbo: "!!!" Nonsense, he's her father!

Shen Qingfeng, on the contrary, took it quite lightly.

After all, it was their father who displeased the tyrant. A real man should be able to bend and stretch and should take on more responsibility.

But Shen Jiao is different. She is just a young girl who is already risking her life to serve the tyrant. How can you force her to do something she doesn't want to do?

After Shen Qingfeng figured it out, he straightened his back again.

I finally mustered up some courage, but then I felt like the people next to me kept bumping into me.

Shen Qingfeng couldn't help but ask, "Father, why are you shaking?"

"I wasn't shaking," Anbo Hou refused to admit that he was afraid.

Shen Qingfeng sighed: "That's how it is when you get old. It's normal to have intermittent seizures. You'll get used to it after a while."

Shen Qingcheng: "..." Now I finally understand how you got those injuries at the manor.

What do you mean by "it's normal for older people to have weird quirks"?

He is strong and healthy, and in the prime of his life!

If it weren't for the special circumstances, Marquis Anbo would have loved to give this unfilial son a couple of whacks.

When we get back, we must make that unfilial son kneel in the ancestral hall!

not enough.

They need to copy the family rules a hundred more times!

The group had different thoughts, but dared not show them on their faces, and the atmosphere became tense as they all waited for the nobleman in the carriage to make his decision.

A cool breeze suddenly carried a pleasant and intoxicating soft laugh.

Everyone immediately tensed up.

The sound was coming from inside the carriage!

Marquis Anbo was secretly pleased.

"Hehehe, His Majesty laughed. It seems he was right to listen to Yu'er. He made the right bet this time!"

But just then, that familiar yet teasing voice rang out again—

"What a loving father and filial son! In that case, I will also be a good person and die together."

Marquis Anbo's expression changed drastically, and he panicked.

Shen Qingcheng frowned slightly, remaining expressionless.

Shen Qingfeng swallowed hard. He was doomed.

Waaaaah, what am I going to do? What am I going to do? He hasn't even had a child to inherit his secret stash of money yet!

As soon as the tyrant finished speaking, a dragon-shadow guard appeared out of nowhere, sword in hand, startling everyone.

One of the guards was very eager and had already drawn his gleaming sword.

As luck would have it, it landed right next to Marquis Anbo's neck.

Marquis Anbo: "!!!"

He wants to report this!

He strongly suspects this was intentional!

But he had no evidence!

With a chilling, mocking "Make your move," the Dragon Shadow Guard raised his sword and glanced at Shen Qingcheng with pity out of the corner of his eye.

He was a good general. If he had been trained for a few more years, he would have been famous for all time. It's a pity that he had a father who wasn't very bright and who was a burden to him.

A flash of sword light, followed by a crisp, urgent shout: "Wait!"

It's Miss Shen!

The Dragon Shadow Guards all breathed a sigh of relief; thankfully, they had deliberately slowed down.

Marquis Anbo touched the bloodstain on his neck: "!!!"

That's called deliberately slowing down!

This is clearly using public office to settle personal scores!

"Chen Jiao, don't think that just because I let you off once, I'll let you off a second time! Don't challenge my bottom line!" Ji Yan narrowed his dangerous eyes, his aura turning violent.

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