Chapter 43 Darkness
Military training ground.
Wen Kehao looked at Wen Zhiming, who was riding a majestic horse, with a cold expression and his hands clenched into fists under his sleeves.
He was hit by ten arrows in a row.
Every arrow hit the bullseye.
The soldiers watching applauded and cheered for Wen Zhiming.
Wen Kehao was happy for Wen Zhiming, but besides happiness, he also felt a bit resentful.
A deep-seated resentment that cannot be shared with others.
Wen Zhiming was very good at archery on horseback in the past, but he lacked patience. He would often stop and play something else after shooting two or three arrows.
Unlike today.
Because of Meng Lingge's few words, he practiced tirelessly and repeatedly, unwilling to stop.
His smile was bright and radiant, captivating all who looked at him.
Wen Kehao liked his older brother's smile, but he didn't like the fact that his older brother was smiling because of a woman.
The eldest brother should belong to him, to him alone.
Wen Kehao knew he shouldn't have such dark thoughts, but he couldn't control himself.
When did it start?
Ten years ago, or even longer?
He couldn't remember, but he had liked his older brother ever since he could remember.
I only like my eldest brother.
At that time, everyone's attention was focused on Wen Zhiming, and no one cared about him, the illegitimate son. His father couldn't even remember what he looked like. Even his mother spent all her time fawning over the young master in order to win his father's favor.
Despite his young age, he tried his best to please those around him, but no one paid him any attention.
Finally, it was his eldest brother who rescued him from the cold indifference.
His elder brother introduced him to everyone, personally taught him to write and practice swordsmanship, and asked their parents to take care of him...
The older brother was so handsome and kind; he was the best person in the little boy's eyes.
He could only fall asleep if he slept with his older brother every day, and he would go wherever his older brother went.
However, for a period of time, his elder brother frequently went out of the mansion and was unwilling to take him with him. His elder brother began to repeatedly mention another girl's name in front of him, and even refused to sleep with him at night anymore.
He was angry, he was upset, he was furious.
He prayed to the Bodhisattva, hoping that the girl his elder brother visited every day would soon fall ill and pass away, so that his beloved elder brother could return.
Perhaps the Bodhisattva heard his heart's desire. Although the girl his elder brother loved hadn't died, his elder brother had contracted a strange illness and returned to his side.
The eldest brother suffered a shock, and his IQ stopped at around seven or eight years old. He lost his natural intelligence and would no longer go out of the manor to find others, becoming a painful memory that no one in the manor wanted to mention.
He felt sorry for his elder brother, but even more so, he felt a dark excitement. His elder brother would never abandon him again, he could never abandon him again.
After his elder brother's accident, everyone began to focus more attention on him, the illegitimate son. The care he had lacked was made up for in double measure. But no matter how much favoritism others showed him, it didn't matter to him. He only ever cared about his elder brother.
In the past, his older brother took care of him, taught him, and cared for him. Now, it's his turn to take care of his older brother, teach him, and care for him. Once again, they spend every day together, inseparable.
As time went by, his feelings for his elder brother not only did not diminish, but instead grew stronger.
It's becoming even more morbid.
He knew that no one would acknowledge his feelings, and that no one could know about them, so he hid them very well.
To outsiders, he is a man of great loyalty and affection.
His elder brother was mentally challenged, but he never looked down on him and treated him with respect and courtesy in public and in private. Even his father and the princess were moved by him and never doubted his sincerity towards his elder brother.
Four years ago, the princess used the excuse that her eldest brother had come of age to forbid him from sleeping with him. She also sent several beautiful maids to her brother's room.
Those girls were all delusional, taking turns trying to get into the eldest brother's bed. In the end, he stripped them naked and threw them out.
He turned off the lights before he acted, and the maids all thought that their elder brother was having a relapse and that's why he threw them out. Gradually, no maid dared to approach their elder brother anymore.
He easily dealt with the person who wanted to take his elder brother away.
He carried this dark and morbid fondness with him, day after day, year after year.
It doesn't matter whether the position of heir belongs to his elder brother or him in the future. What matters is that he and his elder brother will always stay in the palace and stay together forever.
Women were always something he found annoying and avoided; no woman could ever take his place as the eldest brother in his heart.
He hoped his older brother would feel the same way.
But then, that damned Meng Lingge appeared. This woman who stole my brother away ten years ago, once again married him by some twist of fate.
The elder brother was once again easily bewitched by this woman, not only losing his virginity to her but also becoming completely obedient to her.
Meng Lingge was of noble status and had many servants, so he couldn't easily resolve the situation like the previous maids. He could only watch with a heavy heart as his elder brother and she showed their deep affection and unparalleled love.
One day, when he finds his chance, he will make sure this woman gets out of the palace and never sees her brother again.
Unexpectedly, there were many people who disliked Meng Lingge. Her second sister, Wen Weizhu, shared the same idea and discovered Meng Lingge's infidelity ahead of time.
He desperately hoped that the story of Meng Lingge keeping a lover was true, so that Meng Lingge would be driven out of the palace by the princess without him having to intervene.
But just now his subordinate reported that the person who was alone with Meng Lingge was a female doctor. The princess went to catch them in the act but failed. Instead, she felt guilty and uneasy because she misunderstood Meng Lingge and accidentally spilled the medicinal herbs.
Wen Kehao cursed Wen Weizhu in his heart for being a useless person. She rushed to complain without even seeing whether it was a man or a woman. Instead of harming the enemy, she made the princess feel even more sorry for Meng Lingge.
It will be much more difficult for him to frame Meng Lingge in the future.
Wen Zhiming had already completed one round of practice and was riding his horse toward him, preparing to rest for a while.
Wen Kehao immediately gathered his chaotic thoughts, took out a water jug from behind him, and took out a handkerchief from his pocket.
"Big brother, have some water. I'll practice with you later."
He placed the water jug in Wen Zhiming's hand, and with his other hand picked up a handkerchief, he skillfully prepared to wipe Wen Zhiming's sweat.
Normally, Wen Zhiming would pick up the water jug and gulp down most of it, and he would also move closer to him, letting him wipe his sweat.
Today, Wen Zhiming was stunned for a moment, then returned the water jug to him and deliberately moved away from him, avoiding his handkerchief.
"Third brother, I'm not thirsty, you can drink it yourself. I have my own handkerchief, my wife embroidered it for me."
Wen Zhiming smiled innocently and took out a white handkerchief from his pocket, with a few small flowers embroidered on the bottom.
This handkerchief was clearly a woman's item. Yet he treated it like a treasure, gently wiping his sweat before folding it neatly and carefully placing it back in his bosom.
Wen Kehao's hand was still raised, frozen in mid-air for a long time.
His handkerchief was specially prepared for Wen Zhiming, and he hadn't drunk a drop of water from the jug, yet now Wen Zhiming was showing his disdain for it.
The eldest brother got Meng Lingge and no longer wanted him.
Meng Lingge.
Meng Lingge.
Wen Kehao silently repeated the name in his heart, his hatred surging.
The woman who twice ruined his relationship with his elder brother must not be allowed to live.
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