"You...you're utterly disrespectful..." Old Master Liao's words slurred, "I'm your uncle, your own uncle!"
The maid cried even louder.
Jiang Chengyuan said with a gloomy face, "You are my uncle, but not Jiang Sheng's uncle. Don't try to act tough here."
"The Jiang family never raised her, her mother never fed her a drop of milk, she doesn't eat or drink anything from the Jiang family, she doesn't belong to the Jiang family," the boy growled. "And she has absolutely nothing to do with your Liao family!"
Mr. Liao paused, probably recalling old memories, and finally closed his gap-toothed mouth.
"So, Young Master Jiang, you can hit your uncle? How could you lay a hand on him?" The maidservant sobbed at the opportune moment.
Jiang Chengyuan spoke before Master Liao could say anything, "Although she doesn't belong to the Jiang family, she's my sister. I'll beat anyone who dares to touch her!"
In short, Jiang Sheng neither has to bear the responsibilities of the Jiang family's legitimate daughter, nor does she have to enjoy the protection of the Jiang family's legitimate daughter.
Isn't this blatant bullying?
Old Master Liao's eyes were red with anger. "Fine, fine, I really have a good nephew. You even dare to hit your uncle. Tomorrow you will kill your mother!"
They simply slapped the big hat on him.
Jiang Chengfeng and Jiang Chengyu were like ants on a hot pan, wishing they could stand up and beg for mercy.
Matricide—such a heinous crime, no one can bear it.
After struggling for a moment, Jiang Sheng couldn't help but speak up, "I can testify that it was Master Liao who bullied others first. My brother only protected me and accidentally injured Master Liao."
She called him her brother.
Before, when I heard those two words, I only felt jealousy and heartache, feeling inferior to her five brothers.
After going through trials and tribulations, Jiang Chengyuan actually felt pretty good.
At least, he is still the older brother.
“But you, Mr. Liao, bully a merchant’s daughter for no reason. Do you look down on us ordinary people?” Jiang Sheng said sharply. “Or is it that the Liao family can’t afford to lose the lychee business and wants to turn a business war into persecution?”
Mr. Liao nearly fell backward.
These two siblings are both incredibly annoying.
"It's just a little profit, what's the big deal?" Old Master Liao took a deep breath, finally regaining his sly demeanor. "It's just a year's worth of lychee business. Let's see who owns the lychee business next year. Who knows?"
After saying that, he stared at Jiang Chengyuan with a dark look in his eyes, revealing a bloodthirsty smile, "Good lad, you need to be disciplined."
Before the children could retaliate, the Liao family's maids and servants kicked them out of the house.
On East Street.
Jiang Sheng sincerely thanked them. Although the Liao family dared not lay a hand on her, they could not avoid verbal attacks.
Jiang Chengyuan was able to appear at the first opportunity, and she should thank him both out of courtesy and courtesy.
"No, it's alright." The eldest son of the Jiang family waved his hand, speaking sparingly.
They rushed over immediately upon hearing the message from the spy, disregarding even the bond between uncle and nephew, and forgetting all about their relationship with their mother.
In the future, there will inevitably be criticism and discussions from the people of Fengjing.
When it really comes down to it, all that's left is the word "it doesn't matter".
Even Jiang Chengfeng couldn't stand it and wanted to say a few words.
But before he could even open his mouth, Jiang Chengyuan stopped him and shook his head slightly to stop him.
"Big brother..." Jiang Chengfeng sighed, "Fine, you decide for yourself."
Jiang Chengyuan smiled.
When I was young and naive, I only felt that I had a lot of feelings to express, only thought about explaining and clarifying, and only wanted to gain the other party's understanding.
But are these things really useful?
Rather than trying to make amends to the other person, it seems more like finding excuses and reasons for one's own behavior.
Only after truly growing up and maturing did Jiang Chengyuan understand that sometimes love can be about watching from afar, silently protecting, and simply being happy for her.
"Let's go back quickly, it's not safe here." The boy put his hands behind his back and watched his sister's departing figure.
He didn't turn around until he could no longer see anything, and let out a long sigh.
"Brother, you're about to be in big trouble," Jiang Chengfeng said quietly. "You shouldn't have been so impulsive. How could you have hit someone and knocked out two of your teeth?"
This difficulty stems not only from the pressure of filial piety but also from the accusations of his mother, Liao.
Jiang Chengyuan could hide for a few days or two, or even a few months, but he couldn't hide for two or three years.
Sooner or later, he would have to face the Liao family, the Liao clan, and the mother-son relationship that was on the verge of collapse.
"Yes, what should we do, brother?" Jiang Chengyu also worried.
The brother and sister shook their heads in unison, then sighed in unison.
After a long pause, Jiang Chengyuan said softly, "The lychee business is over, and there shouldn't be any major problems going forward. I might need to ask you to help keep an eye on Jiang Sheng."
"You've left your sister with us, what are you going to do?" Jiang Chengfeng sensed something was wrong. "Where are you going?"
Jiang Chengyuan gazed northwest and uttered two words: "Frontier."
There, there were warriors fighting bravely, greedy Tartars, and his long-lost father.
“The last time my uncle came back was five years ago, and my memory is almost fuzzy,” Jiang Chengfeng sighed. “I heard that my uncle will come back at the end of the year, but I don’t know if it’s true.”
Jiang Chengyuan did not respond.
For Jiang Chengfeng, his uncle's image would be vague.
But to him, his father was always upright and robust, full of vigor, a man who shed endless blood, and whose promises were as firm as a mountain.
No matter when or where, his image is always clear and vivid, a source of strength for the young man's heart and his strongest belief.
"He should be coming back soon." Jiang Chengyuan said softly, suppressing his bitterness. "It's just that there are frequent wars at the end of the year, so it might be difficult for him to ask for leave. I was thinking of going to help out, which might put my father at ease so he can return to the capital."
There must always be one member of the Jiang family stationed on the frontier.
It used to be grandfather and father, now it should be father and him.
"I'm entrusting the affairs of Fengjing to you." Jiang Chengyuan patted his cousin on the shoulder. "And I'm also entrusting the Jiang family and Jiang Sheng to you."
If time could turn back, perhaps decades ago, Jiang Jizu would have patted his half-brother on the shoulder and said in a deep voice, "Fengjing and the Jiang family are now in your hands."
I am outside, you are inside.
The legacy will never be broken, and life will continue to flow.
That evening, Jiang Chengyuan went to Derentang, knelt down, and begged for two thick stacks of envelopes.
Then, before the Liao family could find him, he packed the simplest of belongings, rode alone on horseback, and sped away.
He used to be a good boy who listened to his mother and gave up martial arts for literature.
When the lives of the real and fake heiresses are reversed, when everything in the past is overturned, when guilt drives him to grow up rapidly, what is reversed is not only his two sisters, but also his once foolish and ridiculous ideas.
By staying in Fengjing, I can find peace and security.
Stationed on the frontier, to protect her well-being for the rest of her life.
She is not only his sister, but also the sister of countless brothers, the person everyone wants to protect, the person who brings peace to the world, the person who makes birds and butterflies flutter, and the person who can smile radiantly in a peaceful and prosperous era.
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