450. A doting mother often spoils her son. (Part 2)
With his head bowed, he explained, "Young Master Gu brewed some new wine today and wanted us to see if it was a rare find. I..."
Before he could finish speaking, a stick as thick as a fist came crashing down on his buttocks with a loud thud, so hard that it felt like his buttocks had split open.
The third young master of the Lin family immediately collapsed to the ground, involuntarily crying out, "It hurts so much! Mother, help me! Father is trying to kill someone!"
They climbed up while shouting and looking around.
The Lin family head showed no mercy, beating Young Master Lin's buttocks again and again with a stick, saying, "I told you not to drink, I told you not to cultivate, I told you not to study, I told you not to mess around."
Young Master Lin screamed repeatedly, shouting, "Help! Mother, help! Father is going to beat me to death!"
A whooshing sound came from behind, and Lin's mother rushed into the courtyard, her eyes filled with surprise. She immediately shielded Lin's son with her body.
He shouted, "Are you crazy? Why are you hitting the child like that?"
At that moment, the steward rushed in, his forehead still steaming, panting, "Master, His Highness urgently summons you to a meeting."
Looking at Lin's mother's eyes, Lin's father, with the wooden stick still in his hand, clenched his fist with a clang and glared angrily at Lin's third son.
The deep voice said, "Stay home and study hard, either academics or martial arts. You have to do one. Otherwise, I'll beat you to death."
Seeing how spoiled the son was by his doting mother, he hesitated to speak, then turned and left.
Watching the master leave, Butler Lin quickly whispered to Madam Lin, "Madam, something terrible has happened! The King of Qi was beheaded by the Red King last night. The Kingdom of Qi has changed drastically."
Seeing that the master was about to reach the door, he quickly took a few steps and followed, making arrangements for the master's departure.
Madam Lin's eyes were filled with shock, fear, and disbelief. After a long while, she looked at her son crying out in pain beside her and sighed softly. She quickly ordered someone to treat his injuries.
She gazed gently at her youngest son, her eyes flickering, and then, thinking of his talent, she sighed softly again.
Inside the palace, everyone gathered, but the atmosphere was inexplicably oppressive. Everyone felt stifled.
The last time the Red King attacked, it was merely a show of force, which Uncle Qian repelled. But in just a short time, the Red King's fighting power has been used to attack and kill people in the Qi Kingdom, which is truly astonishing.
Two surprise attacks, using the same methods, were both successful. The King of Qi died, and immediately two major factions divided the country. Other powerful families, both large and small, certainly got a share of the spoils, and of course, there were many who fled.
A sudden tightness gripped my heart. What importance did the great sects, noble families, aristocratic clans, kings, and generals have?
A strange emotion surged within me. With the Holy Emperor gone, this royal city ultimately belongs to all of us. We must work together to resist external enemies.
"His Highness has arrived." The eunuch's startled shout instantly brought the group back to their hushed conversation.
Today, His Highness has a completely different appearance, no longer hiding anything, exuding an undeniable aura of authority and power.
With each step, mountains crumbled and the earth split; with a gentle wave of the hand, raging winds and towering waves arose. His immense martial prowess seemed capable of easily destroying all obstacles.
Emperor Wu, Emperor Wu, if it weren't for these recent events, Emperor Wu would surely be the subject of all people right now.
Like father, like son; the Holy Emperor's first offspring, his first son, truly possessed extraordinary qualities.
He is exceptional in etiquette, governance, and martial arts.
"Greetings, Your Highness." The ministers tensed up, staring intently at the person on the throne, hoping that His Highness would not become suspicious.
In another fertile place, the fertile fields stretch as far as the eye can see. From high above, all around is a lush green expanse of farmland that extends to the horizon, like a natural green carpet, creating a picturesque scene against the backdrop of blue sky and white clouds.
The road is wide, smooth, and paved, with many signs on both sides.
The Fei family had twelve villages, but the Fei family itself was the thirteenth village. Their influence stretched far into the distance.
Not far apart in the fields, there is a wooden pavilion. Although it is simple, it can temporarily shelter from the wind and rain. Some pavilions still have a faint smell of cooking fires inside.
Further away, closer to the mountains and forests, although there was still a lot of land, it was not being cultivated. With spears and bows, a team of three people wearing animal skin armor and iron breastplates on their chests walked carefully on the narrow path that they could walk with their eyes closed.
"Watch out." A soft whisper came from afar. In the distance, a wild goat that had accidentally crossed the riverbank was now hiding motionless in the bushes of the riverbed.
The other two slowed down instantly. The young man in the lead, with his sharp eyes, whispered about the location of the prey.
The other two nodded slightly. They proceeded cautiously; encountering such a place was rare, although most of the wild beasts and predators in the vicinity had already been cleared out by the tribe's hunters, and occasionally wild rabbits would still come to steal food.
Today I unexpectedly encountered a lone wild goat. Although only a portion of it was handed over, we could still get half. Several people could share half, a rare treat.
Fei Youmi whispered, "Take the shortcut from behind, be careful not to scare it away. It should be about a year old; it would be even better if you could catch it alive."
The three quickly and carefully separated, their movements nimble and light as the wind. The wild goat, which was surveying its surroundings, looked around warily but found nothing.
Fukang Prefecture, or more accurately, the Fei family prefecture, was a place where the Fei family, or the people involved in Fei family marriages, were all in charge, from the prefecture itself to the county seat, and even the underground towns.
The clan has a clear system of rewards and punishments, and there are many strong individuals within it. Some have joined the clan's sect, while others cultivate within the clan. Those who achieve success continue their cultivation, while those without cultivation aptitude strive to learn, expand the clan's influence, and manage various aspects of its operations.
Compared to ordinary people, even those who cannot cultivate are not bad off, with enough to eat and wear.
Moreover, the Fei family has strict family traditions and has never claimed to be a king or a hegemon in a thousand years. They are very discerning in their speech. In addition, there is an ancestor in the family whose specific cultivation level is unknown. Furthermore, the family has a strong army and many outstanding young talents. The lineage continues to be passed down among the younger generation.
At the Fei family mansion, the patriarch Fei Huixiang stood in the center of the hall, dressed in a Confucian robe. His hair was jet black, but there were also a few silver strands. His deep eyes and calm expression revealed a hint of decisiveness, and his aura was concealed.
Eight people sat on each side, all of them quite old, though some were younger. Their aura and appearance were like those of lurking beasts. There were both men and women, but mostly men. They had long held high positions and possessed extraordinary presence, exuding an aura of authority without anger.
An old man, dressed in a wide brocade robe, with jet-black hair, lowered eyes, and hands slightly tucked into his robe, was very well-maintained, with long and strong fingers. When he lowered his head, the corners of his eyes looked like those of a young man, without a single wrinkle.
Next came a group of young men and women, mostly men, waiting quietly.
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