Becoming a literary master starting from the story of Minglan

Chapter 436, Punishment 446
The hurried, chaotic footsteps and panicked, shrill cries were like sharp blades, instantly tearing apart the brief silence!
With the support of Fang Mama, who was practically half-carrying her, Old Mrs. Sheng staggered over, her head of silver hair disheveled, her usually kind face now pale!

Following closely behind, Sheng Hong even had his official hat askew, looking disheveled, his face a mixture of disbelief, panic, and raging anger!

When Old Mrs. Sheng's cloudy old eyes focused on Sheng Changquan's right hand—the strip of cloth that was completely soaked in blood and still oozing a glaring scarlet color—the old woman felt a chill run from the soles of her feet straight to the top of her head, and her vision suddenly went black!
His body shook violently, his withered fingers trembling as he pointed at Mo Lan, who was lying on the ground. His lips trembled violently, and a "hoarse" sound came from his throat. He couldn't even utter a complete rebuke. Only his turbid old tears flowed out like a burst dam!

Sheng Hong's reaction was even more direct and violent!

The first thing he saw was the shocking crimson blood on his son's hand, which had stained almost half of his sleeve!
Immediately afterward, the servant's tearful and incoherent retelling exploded in his ears like a thunderclap—"Fourth Miss...Fourth Miss used golden scissors to attack...to slash Sixth Miss's face...Seventh Young Master...Seventh Young Master tried to protect Sixth Miss...his hand...his hand was slashed...he bled so much, Master!!"

Every single word!

They're all like a red-hot branding iron!
With a sizzling sound!
It burned fiercely and repeatedly on his heart!
"what--!!!"

A roar, like that of a dying beast, a mixture of heartache, rage and despair, suddenly burst forth from Sheng Hong's chest!

His eyes instantly turned bloodshot and red, and the bulging veins on his forehead and neck throbbed violently!
His whole body trembled violently from the extreme emotional impact, his body under his official robes tensed like a bow!
He cherished his son as a treasure, placing all his hopes on bringing glory to the Sheng family!
His son, a man of exceptional talent and extraordinary ability, had just won the favor of Grand Secretary Yu, who gifted him an ancient inkstone. He was poised to excel in the imperial examinations and write a glorious chapter for the Sheng family!
To think that he would be subjected to such treatment by his own elder sister in his own family's mansion, a symbol of a family tradition of scholarship and propriety!

Of course, the parties involved did not consider them to be siblings, but Shanda Guanren always thought so.

But now, the daughter, who is supposed to be the older sister, is using those sharp, deadly gold scissors!

It scratched my younger brother's right hand, which was destined to write brilliant articles and achieve academic success!

This is hardly a cut on the hand!
This was clearly a knife twisting in Sheng Hong's heart!
They are undermining the foundation of the Sheng family's future!
It would destroy the most dazzling hope that he had nurtured with half a lifetime of hard work!

"evil creature--!!!!"

"Snapped--!!!"

His rage erupted like a volcano, completely overwhelming Sheng Hong's last shred of reason!
He rushed to Mo Lan, who was limp and pale, and with almost all his strength, he slapped her hard across the face with a ruthless and loud slap that could pierce eardrums!

The force was so great that it sent Mo Lan flying like a broken rag doll, and she crashed heavily onto the cold, hard floor tiles with a loud bang!
Half of his cheek swelled and became congested with blood at a visible speed, bulging high, and a gash was torn open at the corner of his mouth, with bright red blood mixed with saliva meandering down!

"Father! Father, spare me! I...I didn't...I didn't mean it! It was Minglan...I only wanted to...not push Minglan..."

Mo Lan was so badly beaten that she saw stars and felt dizzy. The excruciating pain and overwhelming fear made her burst into tears. Instinctively, she wanted to shift the blame onto Ming Lan, and her voice was broken and hoarse.

"Shut up—!!!" Sheng Hong was now furious, his eyes blazing with rage!
The string of reason snapped completely!

He suddenly kicked over the innocent flower stand next to him!
The precious blue and white porcelain vase shattered into pieces with a loud crash!

Soil, water, and that solitary red plum blossom were scattered all over the ground!
He pointed at the disheveled Mo Lan on the ground, his fingers trembling violently with extreme anger, almost poking her face. His voice was hoarse and violent, like a cold wind from the deepest hell: "Ming Lan?! Ming Lan can have her face slashed with scissors like that?! Ah—?!!"

"You heartless, viperous, and insane beast!!"

"My Sheng family has been a family of upright officials for generations, known for its poetry, propriety, and noble bearing. How could we have raised such a vicious and wicked woman as you?!"

"The evidence is overwhelming! It's all in front of everyone! The blood is still fresh! How dare you still frame and slander me?!"

It was as if Sheng Hong was seeing the daughter he had once loved so clearly for the first time. His eyes were filled with unprecedented shock, unfathomable disgust, raging anger, and a trace of heart-wrenching pain at being betrayed by his own blood relatives!

He pointed at Mo Lan as if he were looking at a monster that had crawled out of hell and was wearing human skin, a filth that made him feel extremely disgusted, terrified, and wished he could get rid of it immediately!

"Guards! Guards!!" Sheng Hong's voice shattered from the extreme scream, sounding like sandpaper scraping, filled with a mad, destructive rage. "Drag this wretched creature away! Take him to the ancestral hall! Lock him up! Lock him up with the thickest iron chains!!"

"Without my personal order, no one is allowed to release her! No one is allowed to bring her a sip of water! A single grain of rice!!"

"Make her kneel before the ancestral tablets! Make her reflect on the sins she has committed!!"

"If she dares to cry! Dares to make a scene! Dares to scream! Use family discipline on her! Beat her severely! Beat her until she can't scream anymore!!"

"Go now—!!"

"Drag him away immediately—!!!"

Enraged, Sheng Hong roared like thunder from the heavens, his voice carrying boundless fury and chilling killing intent, echoing throughout the courtyard and causing dust to fall from the roof beams!

That fierce tone made it seem as if he wanted to devour Mo Lan alive and grind her bones to dust!
Several burly, rough-looking women who usually had a lot of complaints about Lin Xige and her daughter, received their master's order to kill them. With a hint of pleasure and ruthlessness in their eyes, they pounced on them like wolves without any restraint!
They scrambled around, dragging Mo Lan, who was crying and struggling like a madwoman, roughly from the ground!
Mo Lan's shrill and desperate cries, curses, and pleas for mercy, mixed with the shouts and dragging sounds of the old women, echoed all the way through the corridor, finally disappearing into the dark depths leading to the ancestral hall, leaving only a desolate and suffocatingly oppressive atmosphere in the courtyard.

Just then, Lin Qinshuang stumbled over upon hearing the news and saw her daughter being dragged away, Sheng Hong's almost man-eating, ferocious face, and... the glaring scarlet in Sheng Changquan's hand that terrified her!
She screamed and lunged forward, trying to grab Sheng Hong's clothes to beg for mercy, but Sheng Hong yanked her away violently, the force of which caused her to fall to the ground!