The head of the Red Mansion

Chapter 6 Fight

When Shen Ning woke up, her mouth tasted bitter, and her philtrum and fingers were in pain.

"Madam, is there anything else that's bothering you?"

Manager Chen looked at her nervously.

"Mother!"

"grandmother!"

"Mrs……!"

The sounds around her were chaotic and urgent. Shen Ning slowly turned her head and looked at her eldest son, Jia Zhen, who was looking very excited. Jia Zhen quickly knelt down in front of her and said, "Mother, you scared your son to death."

He was so anxious that he cried.

My body felt weak and limp all over, and I had no strength at all.

"Let's go back to the manor, and my son will find you a royal physician."

His tears were so sincere, but Shen Ning was even angrier when she heard them.

Her life had just been saved by Manager Chen, and this fool wanted to see the imperial physician in front of her.

I would be happier if you brought me a rope.

Her voice was slow, but every word was enunciated very clearly, “Go, take a rope and strangle me, then be loving and affectionate with your godfather Jia Dairu, then beat Rong’er to death, and recognize a good brother Jia Rui. After you die, let him inherit our Ning Mansion’s title, wouldn’t that be better?”

"..."

"..."

In an instant, the small gatehouse was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Kneeling on the ground, Jia Zhen stared with bloodshot eyes, feeling both ashamed and guilty, and could hardly believe that these words came from his mother's mouth.

In the past, my mother would sometimes yell and hit people when she got angry, but in front of outsiders, she would always consider my father's and his reputation.

now……

When everyone looked over, Jia Dairu's face turned purple, and a bead of sweat silently slid down in the cold wind and hit the ground.

He knew things were bad, and he had to do something, but the more anxious he became, the less he could think of a solution.

"Jia Zhen!"

After a sharp shout, Shen Ning gasped for breath. She was furious, furious that her health was failing and she couldn't do it herself. "If you're still my son, if you want me to live, then pick up the paddle you used to hit Rong'er and beat those bastards who gossip behind my back, who eat our food, drink our water, and curse your mother to death. If you don't beat them, you're stabbing me in the chest, you..."

"Shen, have you lost your mind?" Jia Dairu didn't dare let her continue. "What are you all standing there for? Your wife is sick, quickly send her back..."

"Old man!"

Shen Ning sat up in anger. "You really are a wolf in sheep's clothing, trying to take over our Ningguo Mansion. My muddle-headed son isn't even dead yet, and my grandson is still alive, and you're already trying to interfere in my family's affairs?"

Jia Dairu: "..."

He was both angry and anxious. Was that what he meant?

That's just being unreasonable!
Indeed, women and petty men are the most difficult to deal with.

"Ho~"

She shook off Jia Zhen's hand and leaned against You Shi. "Rong'er, you don't need to hide it anymore. Tell me everything that happened that day, from beginning to end. Don't worry, your grandmother didn't die just now, and she won't die anytime soon."

"Grandma~"

Jia Rong cried, “It was Uncle Rui, no, it was Jia Rui. I recited my lessons better than him yesterday, and he was… was scolded by the teacher.” He almost called Jia Dairu “Grandpa” again. “Then he got angry. On the surface, he was doing it behind people’s backs, but in fact, he was saying to my face that our Ningguo Mansion was guilty of too much sin by our ancestors and grandpa, so our eldest son’s line only had one son. My great-uncle died at the age of nine. Your… your little uncle (aunt) in your belly is here to take revenge. He (she) will kill you first, and he (she) will never grow up.”

"...Did you hear that, Mr. Jia?"

Shen Ning took a long breath and then inhaled, "Jia Rui is your grandson, isn't he? Didn't you teach him? He gossips behind people's backs, curses the elders in the clan, suppresses his classmates, and corrupts them. Aren't you responsible? You've managed the Jia family school for so many years, feeding and taking advantage of them, and how many scholars have you produced? How many successful candidates have you taught?"

Shen Ning gestured for Qingzhu to open the window, otherwise they wouldn't be able to breathe. "How can you face the clansmen who trusted you and sent their children to school? How can you face the children who followed you to study and originally wanted to improve themselves? What have you taught them? Gossip? Or lining their own pockets and bullying the weak and fearing the strong?"

"You even say my great-grandfather and father-in-law committed heinous crimes? Without their achievements, what are you? They were upright before Heaven and Earth, their hands were laden with heads, but were they killing their own people? They followed the founding emperor to restore the nation, they were true men, and what are you? You are less than animals." "..."

Jia Dairu took three steps back, but still couldn't bear it and sat down on the ground with a thud.

Fortunately, Jia Yun was kneeling there and unintentionally blocked the fall, preventing the old man from breaking his bones on the spot.

"Jia Zhen, do you still consider me your mother?"

"Son, son was wrong." Jia Zhen grabbed his mother's hand. This hand, which had once brought him countless warmth, was now ice-cold, and there was a lot of blood on her fingertips, which stung his eyes and his heart. "Mother, wait for me, son will avenge you, you, and your great-grandfather and grandfather."

How dare you curse his mother and then try to shift the blame onto his great-grandfather and grandfather?
At that moment, Jia Zhen felt his blood burning. He stood up and strode towards the door, shouting, "Someone come here!"

"The slave is here."

Xing'er and several servants, who were huddled under the eaves of the school, rushed over.

"Summon Jiao Da and the guards of the prefecture."

"Yes!"

Seeing Xing'er run off in a hurry, Jia Zhen turned to his own son, "Rong'er, do you still remember all those bastards who sided with Jia Rui yesterday?"

"...My son remembers."

How could Jia Rong possibly forget?

There were just too many people.

He was small and weak, and Tang Fu and the others were servants, so he couldn't attack the Jia family masters. He could only grab Jia Rui and beat him up.

But in reality, he couldn't beat Jia Rui. If it weren't for Yun Ge'er's help, he would have been the one getting beaten up.

Although Jia Rui didn't dare to beat him too badly, those curses against his grandmother made him feel worse than if he had been hit.

"Alright! Tang Fu, Tang Gui, help your young master up."

Jia Zhen waved to the servants, "Take this gentleman inside with me, tie him up, and beat him!"

"Yes!"

The three servants grabbed Jia Dairu rather roughly and practically dragged him toward the central courtyard.

At this moment, the Jia family members, who had been hiding in the middle courtyard listening to the commotion for a while to avoid suspicion from Shen Ning and her mother-in-law, all knew that things were not going well. However, the back gate was locked, so they couldn't escape even if they wanted to.

Before long, the sound of ghosts wailing and howling came from inside.

Shen Ning felt much better.

None of the Jia family's children in this school are successful.

"Manager Chen, I'll have to trouble you to get some more medicine for my injuries."

"No trouble, no trouble!"

No wonder she is the daughter of Scholar Shen.

A single word can kill.

Shopkeeper Chen wanted to wipe his sweat, but upon hearing this, he quickly bowed and retreated to get the medicine.

He knew that the Jia family was about to make a big fuss.

Anyway, from what he'd heard, there were plenty of people gossiping behind his back.

Even the schools couldn't escape it, not even the two prefectures...

After leaving the school, he carried his medicine box and headed straight for the carriage he had come from.

"Yun-ge'er, get up."

Shen Ning waved to Jia Yun, who was shivering from the cold, "Don't be afraid, thank you for helping Rong-ge yesterday. This clan school... it can't be established without breaking down the old. You Shi, take one hundred taels of silver and have someone send him home properly. From now on, whatever Rong-ge studies, he can study."

(End of this chapter)