With a crisp sound, before he could finish speaking, five finger marks appeared on Zhao Beiqi's face, bright red like branding irons.
In his memory, this was the first time his adoptive father had ever hit him. No matter what he had done before, his adoptive father had never laid a finger on him. Now, for the sake of an unloved and useless prince, his adoptive father had actually hit him. How could he swallow this insult?
"Godfather..."
"Hurry up and take the young master away. Without my permission, you are not to step out of the ancestral hall again. Reflect on what you did today in front of your father's memorial tablet."
After saying that, Song Fengzhi pulled Shen Ye and turned to leave, leaving Zhao Beiqi with a fierce look on his face.
"Young Master, let's go."
"Why should an unfavored prince be treated this way by my adoptive father?" Zhao Beiqi still didn't realize his mistake.
A servant on the side couldn't stand it anymore and shook his head, saying, "Young master, that's not only the Eighth Prince, but also the General's bedmate. Why did you have to offend him of all people? Everyone in the General's mansion knows how much the General dotes on the Eighth Prince. I just hope the Eighth Prince won't say anything in front of the General later."
The fact that even a servant knew more than Zhao Beiqi further provoked Zhao Beiqi.
He turned and looked at the servant with a sinister gaze, then made a gesture, "Come here, I have something to say to you."
The servant squatted down, and as soon as his face came close, Zhao Beiqi slashed his mouth open with a dagger, tearing his left lip all the way to his ear. He screamed in pain, and blood flowed all over the ground.
"Spoiled? I am the one my godfather spoils the most, he's nothing!"
When Zhao Beiqi said this, the expression on his face was terrifying, not at all like someone his age.
On the other side.
As Song Fengzhi led Shen Ye through the general's mansion, the servants quickly moved aside, all keeping their heads bowed and none daring to look up.
Only after returning to the bedroom did Song Fengzhi release Shen Ye's hand.
“I’ve spoiled Bei Qi. If he’s rude again next time you see him, you can teach him a lesson.”
"Are you willing to do that?" Shen Ye asked sarcastically.
"What's there to be reluctant about? He's my adopted son, and he's yours too. After all, I'm your man, so you have the right to educate him, don't you?"
"You're not my man." Shen Ye turned her head away, refusing to look at him.
"No, that's fine, but why are you blushing?"
"It's none of your business if I blush."
"Hmph, I'll take care of it."
"What right do you have to tell me what to do? Just because you're ugly?" Shen Ye retorted defiantly.
"Because you're one of my people."
“We didn’t have a ceremony, and there were two men involved, so theoretically speaking, I’m not your person. At most, it’s just prostitution!” Shen Ye emphasized the word “prostitution” very heavily.
"So what if I solicited a prostitute? I still slept with you, and I can do whatever I want to you."
"you......"
Shen Ye was furious and just wanted to slap this man across the face with a slipper.
"Hmph, I'm ignoring you, I'm going back." Shen Ye turned her face away, deciding not to look at him, afraid that if she did, she would really slap him with her slipper.
Song Fengzhi moved slightly, but then made no further move.
Shen Ye thought he had left, so she turned around, only to find herself facing Song Fengzhi's face.
His hand gently caressed Shen Ye's face, tenderly stroking his lips, as he looked at him with a complex gaze.
In the hazy light, Shen Ye seemed to read a hint of pity in that gaze. Was it just his imagination?
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