Like a bolt of lightning, Jiang Huaisong froze, almost falling to the ground.

The city lord and his wife turned pale instantly, and their lips lost their color.

"What? Huaizhi, what did you just say?"

The city lord's wife's voice began to tremble, and she was completely different from her usual self.

Her fear was evident in her voice.

Jiang Huaizhi was delighted with this scene; he couldn't wait to see the city lord's wife's expression become even more tense and frightened.

"Didn't you understand, Mother? I said Jiang Huaisong is infertile. He has a health problem and will never have children in this lifetime. So, no matter whose child it is, it can't be his child."

The city lord's wife felt dizzy and almost fainted.

The city lord helped her up and sat down with her.

"Alright, that's enough," he said coldly.

In that instant, reason suddenly took over.

The city lord's eyes swept over everyone present.

There are too many people here.

The City Lord's Mansion has made far too many jokes today.

There were so many things that he couldn't look other people in the eye.

A servant in the city lord's mansion, Doctor An Guangbai, Master Song in the imperial city...

What was supposed to be a grand banquet to welcome Master Song turned into a farce at the City Lord's Mansion.

First, Wuyou acted rebelliously, and then Huaisong was unable to have children.

This goes beyond the word "shameful".

This is an utter disgrace!

"Stop talking!" he repeated, more than anyone else he preferred that everything today was a dream. "First... take Master Song to rest. Master Song is still injured and shouldn't be too tired."

He wanted to get Master Song away as soon as possible, as these private matters should not be known to Master Song any further.

That's about enough of the jokes.

Master Song stood up with a complicated expression. He knew that this was a family matter of the City Lord's Mansion, and he had no right to get involved.

He left with An Guangbai, and as he was leaving, he glanced at Wuyou on the ground and muttered something to himself:

“Lord and Madam, Young Master Wuyou’s character is really not qualified to enter the Hundred Books Academy. His character is too different from that of Young Master Nanyu. He is really not worthy of your Lord’s family background.”

After saying this, Master Song slowly left.

The city lord closed his eyes heavily, as if he had swallowed a fly.

He took a deep breath and uttered two heavy words: "Get out."

The servants hunched their shoulders and quietly and obediently left the room, the last one to leave closing the door behind him.

The sunlight was blocked out, and the room, with its doors tightly shut, became dark and gloomy.

Jiang Huai sneered: "What's wrong? Father feels ashamed and doesn't want others to hear anymore? Actually, you should have dismissed the servants when Wuyou admitted to his crime, so that they wouldn't know so much."

"I wonder if they'll keep their mouths shut. Will they tell everyone about what happened today? It's possible that once today is over, the whole city will know that Jiang Huaisong is infertile."

"Tsk, even if they keep their mouths shut, it's no use. Master Song heard everything. I'm afraid this shameful thing will soon be known even in the capital."

Jiang Huaizhi, always eager for a good show, was determined to make the city lord sick with anger, and every word he uttered struck the city lord's heart.

The city lord was indeed furious, gritting his teeth and shouting in anguish, "Huaizhi, what are you trying to do! Do you have to say these shameful things in front of so many people? Are you happy just to see your brother and me lose face?"

“Yes.” Jiang Huaizhi smiled. “Seeing you suffer makes me happier than anyone else. I’ve been waiting for this day for many years.”

"What?" The city lord was filled with disbelief. His usually gentle eldest son was sharper than anyone else today.

The city lord's wife had no time to worry about saving face; she cared more about her second son. With a sob in her voice, she asked, "Huaizhi, why did you say Huaisong is infertile? What happened?"

She was so anxious and flustered that her brows were so furrowed they could trap a fly.

Jiang Huaizhi's sneer deepened: "Mother really loves Huaisong. I almost suffered the same fate as him back then, so why didn't Mother cry so sadly and sorrowfully then?"

The city lord's wife was startled, as if suddenly realizing something, and looked at him strangely: "Huaizhi, what do you mean? Could it be that Huaisong's body is... you..."

“It was me.” Jiang Huaizhi admitted without hesitation. “The girls Jiang Huaisong went to the brothel to see were all my people. The wine he drank was all spiked by those girls. Over the years, I don’t know how much wine he has drunk, but he definitely can’t have any more children.”

The city lord's wife stared at him in shock, her finger trembling as she pointed at him: "You...you actually harmed your own brother? Why did you do this? He was your own brother, your own flesh and blood!"

Jiang Huaizhi lowered his eyes and chuckled, his face showing disdain.

Before he could speak, Jiang Huaisong snapped out of his daze and roared angrily, "You're the one who ruined me! No wonder! No wonder I couldn't have any children no matter how many women I married over the years. It turns out you were the one who framed me! I'll kill you!"

He charged angrily toward Jiang Huaizhi, but Huaiyu subdued him with a single backhand.

"Let me go! How dare a mere servant lay a hand on his master? You're asking for it!"

Huaiyu's expression was cold. "Anyone who tries to harm the young master, no matter who they are, will have to get past me first."

"Stop! Stop! Huaizhi, tell Huaiyu to stop!"

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