"Dad, shall we continue digging?"
Jiang Chengzong dug for a long time, his face covered in a layer of dust, looking as if he had just finished digging a tunnel.
He couldn't help but ask, mainly because after digging and digging, there was no treasure at all, and he immediately felt deflated.
The Marquis of Loyalty, who had been holding back his anger without saying a word, heard this and immediately grabbed the iron shovel in his hand and smashed it on Jiang Chengyi's head.
From the moment the digging began, Jiang Chengyi shrank to the side, not daring to utter a sound, trying to minimize his presence. He wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
The quieter the Marquis of Loyalty and Righteousness was, the more nervous he became, proving that his father was holding back his anger even more.
When that iron shovel flew over, Jiang Chengyi felt the hairs on his body stand on end. He used all his skills to barely dodge it.
"Dad, this is what my eldest brother asked. Why did you hit me?"
"You little beast, didn't you say you were digging three feet into the ground? Turns out it wasn't to hide treasure, but to bury corpses. You bastard, you kill animals today, and you'll kill people tomorrow! I had four sons, and I thought you were the most useless coward, but I never expected you to be the most ruthless in private. You're not even human anymore, you're just a beast!"
I'll beat you to death!
The Marquis of Loyalty and Righteousness grew increasingly angry and began chasing after him.
Jiang Chengyi was so frightened that he ran away without looking back.
"Jiang Chengyi, stop right there!" Marquis Zhongyi stopped chasing and said coldly.
"Father, you're going to beat me to death if I stand still! Calm down, I'll go find Mother first and then apologize to you!" Jiang Chengyi didn't dare stop at all; on the contrary, he ran even faster.
He clearly wanted to get help, and once he got to Cen Shi, he could have his mother stop his father so he would get beaten less.
Marquis Zhongyi didn't say anything, but picked up a stone from the ground and weighed it in his hand, obviously testing its weight.
"Father, please hold back. My little brother isn't as strong as me. Don't actually kill him." Jiang Chengzong's eyelids twitched as he saw the familiar stance of the Marquis of Zhongyi.
This action shows that the father is serious. Back then, Jiang Chengzong made a big mistake in leading his troops, almost causing thousands of soldiers to be surrounded. At that time, the Marquis of Zhongyi did not say anything, but held a stone in his hand, weighed it a couple of times, and then smashed it directly into his thigh.
He was bedridden for two whole months, and even the military doctor predicted that he would be permanently disabled. Fortunately, he was strong and recovered.
Marquis Zhongyi did not reply, but his eyes, sharp as knives, scanned Jiang Chengyi's back, clearly looking for a target.
"Little brother, come back quickly, or you'll really be beaten to death!" Jiang Chengzong shouted immediately.
I'm not afraid of my own father scolding me; no matter how harsh the scolding, it proves there's still room for redemption. But if he stops scolding me, it means he's serious.
“I’m not going back. I’ll find my mother first—” Jiang Chengyi replied recklessly.
Before he could finish speaking, the Marquis of Loyalty had already thrown the stone. It was clearly a stone the size of a palm, but when it was launched, it was as fast as an arrow released from a bow.
Almost in the blink of an eye, it hit the target.
Before Jiang Chengyi could utter the last word, he felt a sharp pain in his waist, followed by a heavy shove that caused him to stagger and fall forward.
He fell flat on his face, swallowing back the words he was about to say, unable to utter another one.
After Jiang Chengyi fell, she remained motionless for a long time, without even uttering a cry.
"Oh no, Dad, did you really kill my little brother?" Jiang Chengzong swallowed hard and rushed over in a flash.
Upon closer inspection, he discovered that Jiang Chengyi was lying on the ground, trembling all over. He was clearly not dead yet, but he was in so much pain that he didn't even have the strength to open his mouth and scream.
Jiang Chengzong tried to turn him over so he could lie down, but as soon as he moved, Jiang Chengyi started shaking even more violently.
"No—" Jiang Chengyi could only utter a single word.
Just as Jiang Chengzong was in distress, a hand appeared from behind him, grabbed Jiang Chengyi by the back of his collar, and lifted him up on the spot.
Jiang Chengzong didn't even need to turn around to know that his biological father had arrived.
“I told you he wouldn’t die, you useless bastard. You’re nowhere near as good as your three brothers. When I smashed them, I used millstone-sized stones. When I smashed you, I had to pick the smallest stone. You can’t even take a beating as well as them. What face do you have to live in this world?”
"The Jiang family ancestors have been licking blood and dying on the battlefield for generations to earn this title. I risked my life to protect this ancestral legacy. And you, instead, lie on the laurels of your ancestors, wearing gold and silver, eating and drinking the best food, learning only a smattering of martial arts skills, instead of going to the battlefield to make a name for yourself, you're here torturing small animals. How could I have given birth to such a coward!"
Marquis Zhongyi spoke through gritted teeth, clearly filled with extreme hatred.
Jiang Chengyi's face was deathly pale, and she was covered in cold sweat, clearly in pain.
His tears kept flowing uncontrollably.
Seeing his pathetic state only fueled the Marquis of Loyalty's anger, and he slapped him hard across the face.
"You little brat, you still have the nerve to cry! A real man sheds blood, not tears. Your older brother's leg was smashed and deformed, but he didn't utter a sound. I went easy on you, and you still whine. I'll teach you to cry!"
He became angrier and angrier as he spoke, and the force of his slaps increased. In just a few slaps, he turned Jiang Chengyi's head into a pig's head.
Hearing the dull thud of the slap, Jiang Chengzong's scalp began to tingle; he was truly afraid that his father would beat his younger brother to death.
"Father, Father, that's enough. Little brother, quickly admit your mistake!"
Jiang Chengyi opened her mouth to beg for mercy, but her cheeks were swollen, her mouth was congested with blood, and her tongue was numb, so she couldn't speak at all.
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