Feng Yanzhi looked at Feng Jinxiu, whose body was covered with whip marks, and felt dizzy and almost fainted.
"Father...save me."
"Ah——" Su Xingyi stepped on the wound on Feng Jinxiu's leg, causing Feng Jinxiu so much pain that veins popped out.
"Stop! You are brothers and sisters, you can't kill each other."
"Ah——" Feng Jinxiu screamed in pain again and fainted.
"Yu'er, he's your brother, you can't treat him like this."
Hearing this, Feng Jinyu thought it was a joke.
He retracted his foot from Feng Jinxiu's arm, sat back in his wheelchair, and said in a cold tone, "If Feng Jinxiu had considered me his brother, he wouldn't have framed me for the throne. I'm weak now because of them, mother and son!"
"The Emperor has already crossed him out of the Imperial Register and demoted him to a commoner. The Emperor has already punished him. Are you bringing him back because you're dissatisfied with the Emperor's treatment?"
Su Xingyi said, "We have no complaints about how the emperor punishes him. If Feng Jinxiu had been a well-behaved commoner, I wouldn't have made things difficult for him. But he's restless and is trying to collude with the Minister of War to resume his old ways and plot a rebellion. You can't blame me for not thinking of our brotherly love... No, I'm wrong. Feng Jinxiu and I have only known each other for a few days. There's no such thing as a brotherly love!"
"You're talking nonsense. How could he possibly collude with the Minister of War to plot a rebellion?" Feng Yanzhi couldn't believe it, but he had to believe it.
It is impossible that Yi would tie up Ah Xiu and bring him to see him for no reason.
At the beginning, he demoted Cui Wan to a commoner for Cui Wan's sake, but in fact he was protecting him.
He couldn't say he liked his sons, but he also didn't want to see them killing each other.
Now that he has been recuperating in Huangjue Temple for a few years, he increasingly hopes that his sons can live safely under the imperial power and give him many grandchildren and great-grandchildren.
"These are the confessions of the Minister of War, as well as the letters he exchanged with Feng Jinxiu. The evidence is irrefutable. Otherwise, I would not have been able to find Feng Jinxiu's whereabouts so easily."
Feng Yanzhi took a quick glance and found that the handwriting on the letter was indeed Ah Xiu's.
Feng Yanzhi looked at the half-dead Feng Jinxiu on the ground and sighed, "If that's the case, Ah Yi can do whatever he wants with him. What's the point of beating him to death and bringing him to me? Are you trying to piss me off to death?"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
