Chapter 33 Qin Qiong
"Young Master Qin..."
The leader of the thugs stared blankly at the little brat in front of him, his heart filled with mixed feelings.
"You can leave now. As long as I don't report you to the authorities, they can't do anything to you," Qin Shandao continued.
The leader of the thugs hesitated for a moment, but still chose to believe Qin Shandao.
He supported Qin Shandao and slowly retreated. Once they were far away from the crowd, he clasped his hands in a fist salute to Qin Shandao and then ran away.
"It's boring." Choi Shin-ki pouted.
“That’s right, that’s right,” Fang Yi’ai agreed.
Wei Shuyu stepped forward, helped Qin Shandao up, and checked his injuries.
They're just minor injuries, nothing serious.
"Why did you let him go?" Wei Shuyu couldn't help but ask.
Qin Shandao remained silent.
Wei Shuyu didn't seem to care and continued, "Is she your aunt?"
Swish.
Qin Shandao suddenly raised his head, revealing a "how did you know?" expression.
“I told you before, we could have found out even if you hadn’t told us.”
Wei Shuyu pointed at Cui Shenji: "The title of 'tyrant of the Imperial Academy' is not just for show."
Choi Shin-ki immediately raised his head, striking a pose that said, "I'm awesome."
Then he strode up to Qin Shandao and began to recount everything...
"Qin Shandao, Qin Shubao's youngest son."
“He was exceptionally skilled in martial arts from a young age and was deeply favored by Uncle Qin, but because he was born out of wedlock, he was unable to inherit the title of Duke of Yi!”
As Choi Shin-ki recounted his story, Jin Seon-do was truly shocked.
He never expected that the other party would find out so much about his family affairs.
The matter is actually very simple...
It's all for Qin Qiong's position as Duke!
As is widely known, the title of Duke is hereditary!
After years of fighting, Qin Qiong's body was already at its limit, yet he had not yet established a legitimate eldest son.
That's right, Qin Qiong had no legitimate son!
Whether it is Qin Huaidao, Qin Shandao, or Qin Moudao, they are all born out of wedlock.
Qin Qiong can be described as a flawless person, but he also has one major stain!
That was in the second year of the Wude era, Qin Shubao did something shameful...
He abandoned his wife and children to join the Tang dynasty!
Perhaps feeling indebted, he has been searching for his wife and children all these years, but without any news.
Adhering to the principle of "seeing the person alive or the body dead".
Qin Qiong never established a legitimate heir!
Qin Qiong wasn't in a hurry, but his concubines were extremely anxious.
Seeing that Qin Qiong's health was deteriorating, what if he died soon if no legitimate heir was chosen?
The legitimate son is not necessarily unacceptable.
There's also the idea of abolishing the legitimate heir and establishing an illegitimate one!
With just a word from Qin Qiong, a concubine could become the legal wife, and a son born out of wedlock could become the legitimate son.
Driven by this ambitious goal, Qin Qiong's concubines began to engage in open and covert struggles.
Qin Shandao, having possessed exceptional martial arts skills since childhood, naturally became a target of their attacks.
The first step was to demote him to the Imperial Academy.
Away from the army, Qin Shandao's talents could not be put to use.
Of course, this is still not a safe option.
The truth is that Qin Qiong's other sons were too mediocre.
In comparison, even though Qin Shandao was demoted to the Imperial Academy, it did not change his importance in Qin Qiong's heart.
That's how the scene of the thugs surrounding Qin Shandao came about.
As long as Qin Shandao becomes disabled.
No matter how talented he is, he will not become the legitimate son.
"Your aunt has treated you like this, and you still want to endure it?" Wei Shuyu's voice gradually became sharp.
“They are all my family.” Qin Shandao’s mouth moved as he finally spoke.
"So you chose to back down?" Wei Shuyu raised an eyebrow.
"What else can I do?" Qin Shandao said, his mood low.
"And what about your mother?" Wei Shuyu continued to ask, "Have you thought about how much pain your mother would suffer if you were crippled today?"
Qin Shandao was taken aback.
He moved his mouth a few times, but did not refute it again.
“When something happens, you have to deal with it. If you don’t deal with it today, you’ll face the same kind of attack again tomorrow!” Wei Shuyu said eloquently.
Qin Shandao looked bewildered. He wanted to solve the problem, but he was still too young to do it!
Can you help me?
Qin Shandao's eyes were filled with expectant longing.
He didn't want to study at the Imperial Academy, and he didn't want to hurt his mother.
But he's still too young to even fight back.
“Okay!” Wei Shuyu said, “but I have one condition.”
What are the requirements?
"From now on, you will study at the Imperial Academy, and I will teach you!"
Wei Shuyu was determined not to let go of this piece of rough jade.
He believed that under his tutelage, Qin Shandao would surely shine brightly in the future.
"Shinki, did I hear that right? Big Brother is going to teach someone?"
You heard me right.
"He doesn't even know the Analects of Confucius, what can he teach?"
"Sleeping, skipping class, arguing with the teacher..."
"..."
Upon hearing their conversation, Wei Shuyu's lips twitched.
Those two will sabotage him at crucial moments.
He's useless at everything, and he's always dragging everyone down.
However, he was waiting for Qin Shandao's response and didn't have time to slap the two guys on the head.
Qin Shandao naturally overheard their conversation. After a moment's hesitation, he asked, "Can I learn martial arts?"
"Do you think my martial arts skills are weak?" Wei Shuyu asked in return.
Qin Shandao then remembered that Wei Shuyu was very skilled in martial arts.
You can easily subdue yourself.
"Can I learn military strategy?"
"Can."
"Okay, I promise you!"
Upon hearing Qin Shandao's reply, Wei Shuyu smiled.
"Let's go, to the Duke of Yi's residence!"
Standing up, Wei Shuyu led Qin Shandao out of the alley in a grand manner.
Behind him followed dozens of sons of noble families.
This scene attracted a large crowd of onlookers.
The Duke of Yi's Mansion.
Qin Qiong was tall and imposing, with a dignified appearance, eyes that shone like cold stars, and eyebrows that were as black as if painted with lacquer.
Now in his fifties, with silver temples and a sickly, haggard face, he still exudes an imposing presence.
"Where is Shandao? Hasn't he returned yet?"
At the dinner table, Qin Qiong couldn't help but ask a question.
Because Qin Qiong did not establish a legitimate heir, all his sons could sit at the table and eat together.
"Today is Shandao's first day at the Imperial College. He's probably playing with his new friends."
"Qin Shandao's aunt, Jia Shi, responded."
As he spoke, he even put a piece of meat into Qin Qiong's rice bowl.
Then he added a piece to his son Qin Huaidao's plate.
"Um."
Qin Qiong nodded without giving it much thought.
The family was enjoying a harmonious time together, and Jia kept serving food to Qin Qiong.
Qin Shandao's biological mother sat at the back of the table, chewing rice grains in small bites.
"General, something terrible has happened..."
Just then, the gatekeeper rushed over, his face showing urgency.
"What's the matter that you're in such a hurry?"
Qin Qiong looked displeased. As a general, he hated nothing more than his subordinates being in a panic, as it would affect morale.
"Young Master, he's back..." the guard said.
Upon hearing this, Jia was overjoyed, thinking that the matter had been settled.
"Shandao's back! Let him come and eat while the food is still hot," Madam Jia said, trying her best to appear as a loving mother.
"Yes, hurry up and let him come over for dinner," Qin Qiong instructed, continuing to shovel rice into her mouth.
"No..." The guard wiped away a cold sweat: "The Third Young Master did not come back alone; he brought dozens of students from the Imperial Academy with him."
"Oh, that's great."
Qin Qiong, who loved to make friends with heroes from all over the world, not only did not blame him when he heard this, but also laughed heartily: "Someone, prepare a few more tables of dishes to entertain our little guests."
"No..." The guard slapped himself lightly, cursing himself for being tongue-tied.
"What exactly happened?"
Qin Qiong also noticed the abnormality, put down his chopsticks, and shouted sternly.
"The Third Young Master is kneeling at the gate, begging you to give him an explanation!"
Bang.
Qin Qiong slammed his hand on the table.
"What is he planning to do? Rebel?"
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