Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 345 The Blind Song Yi (5,000 words)

Kill you!

Kill you!

Kill you!

Song Zhe's voice was shrill and venomous, like a vengeful ghost, sending chills down the spine of anyone who heard it.

Even Fang Hai, Fang Shan, and Zhao Gaizhi, who had all experienced the ups and downs of officialdom, were terrified. They knew something about the affair between Song Yan and Song Zhe.

Song Zhe was born of the legitimate wife, while Song Yan was born of a concubine.

When Song Yan was in the Duke of Yu's mansion, he was often bullied by these legitimate sons.

Therefore, they simply couldn't understand why Song Zhe harbored such venomous hatred towards Song Yan. Even if someone truly hated someone, shouldn't it be Song Yan who did? Could it be that without those two bullets, his body was crippled, and his personality became twisted as well? Seeing that Song Yan was perfectly healthy and had two beauties by his side, he became insanely jealous?
Even so, those two bullets weren't dismantled by Song Yan, so you can't blame Song Yan, right?
Besides, considering what Song Zhe has done, repeatedly plotting to harm others, if it weren't for Song Yan's good fortune, he would probably be a skeleton by now. Even if Song Yan were to retaliate, he would deserve it. Is Song Zhe out of his mind, thinking the whole world revolves around him, that he's allowed to harm others, and that he'll act like he's going to die over a little revenge?

Song Zhe was already exhausted, but at this moment he suddenly found strength from somewhere and began to struggle desperately, as if he wanted to pounce on Song Yan and tear off a piece of flesh from his face. However, the arrow was still stuck in his body, and his body writhed with excruciating pain. He had just raised one hand when it trembled and fell back down, and all that was left in his throat was gasping for breath.

Having arrived at the government office, the constables casually put Song Zhe down. Without support, Song Zhe's body fell to the ground with a thud. His face instantly contorted into a chrysanthemum-like shape. He could clearly feel something inside his body, slowly destroying his intestines and flesh.

It hurts.

It hurts.

The excruciating pain made Song Zhe disregard his appearance; snot, saliva, and tears mixed together, making his face look extremely disgusting.

Song Yan smiled, not really caring.

He was already aware of the Song brothers' malice towards him, but compared to what he had experienced as a child, their fierce glares and vicious curses were barely enough to stir any emotion in him. He strode towards Song Zhe, with Luo Tianyi and Ziyu both frowning slightly as they followed on either side of him. Although they didn't think Song Zhe had the ability to harm Song Yan, it was better to be cautious in the current situation.

Huff, huff...

A white shoe appeared before Song Zhe, who was panting.

He slowly raised his head, like a fighting rooster, proudly and stubbornly raising his head, his bloodshot eyes staring intently at Song Yan. He opened his mouth, and a gurgling sound came from his throat.

Song Yan then squatted down, looking down at Song Zhe with pity.

That look seemed to have greatly stimulated Song Zhe, and his expression suddenly became agitated... Was he pitying himself?
Why?
Why?
My status is higher than his, and my knowledge is greater than his. What right does he have to pity me?
"Hey." Song Yan sighed, blinked, and looked down at Song Zhe's lower body. The blood-soaked appearance made Song Yan curl her lips in disgust: "Sixth Brother, look at you. You're usually such a glamorous person. How did you become so disheveled?"

"How is it? Where are you hurt?"

"You didn't damage your manhood, did you?"

"Sixth Brother, you're not married yet, and you haven't even left any offspring. If you damage your manhood, that would be a real problem."

puff.

No one knows who it was, but someone couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Good heavens, now everyone in Dongling City knows that Song Zhe has had two bullets removed by an arrow and is practically a eunuch, just short of entering the palace. Song Yan's words are really too harsh; it's like rubbing salt into Song Zhe's wounds.

Song Zhe's pupils suddenly contracted, his face flushed crimson, his facial skin twitched, and his eyes grew increasingly venomous: "Bastard..."

This is probably the only counterattack he can mount now.

Yes, that's right, it's that kind of resentful look, that hateful look, that vengeful look.

That needle-like gaze gave Song Yan a strange sense of pleasure. How proud he had once been! Now he was like a dead dog, crawling humbly before him, unable to do anything but call him a bastard.

Song Yan smiled, glanced at the constables, then looked at the blood gushing from his buttocks: "What's going on here?"

"Reporting to Your Excellency," the constable said, bowing. "When we went to the Ministry of Works to arrest Song Zhe, someone tried to silence him by shooting an arrow from the shadows. That's how he died."

Well, Song Yan strongly suspects that the two assassination attempts on Song Zhe were carried out by the same person. The first time, the assassin took two bullets, and the second time, the assassin shattered Song Zhe's chrysanthemum.

This person's arrows never miss.

He had been pondering how to torture Song Zhe, but now it seemed someone else was doing it for him, so he didn't need to waste his time. Just by looking at Song Zhe's convulsing flesh, he knew that he was definitely not feeling well.

It's a pity that Song Zhe wasn't forced to eat cream puffs by the Mexican; otherwise, he would have been even more humiliated.

But at that time, the Mexicans were probably just a bunch of savages who ate raw meat and drank blood, who knows?

Just then, another commotion came from outside. Several people forcibly parted the crowded people and appeared in front of Song Yan. Upon closer inspection, Song Yan was amused.

They're all old acquaintances.

Leading the way was Song Jincheng, Song Hongtao's brother, Yang Miaoqing's lover, and Song Zhe's biological father.

In terms of seniority, Song Yan should call him Second Uncle or Second Uncle.

He had met Song Jincheng a few times. A few years ago, Song Jincheng was tall and spirited, but in just a few years, he seemed to have aged more than ten years. Strands of gray hair had appeared in his hair, and his face was covered with crisscrossing wrinkles. The deep hollows around his eyes and the dark, grayish circles under his eyes were enough to prove that Song Jincheng had not been having a good time lately.

Behind Song Jincheng were two middle-aged men in their thirties.

The taller one is Song Huai, the eldest son of the Song family.

Song Yan and Song Huai didn't meet often, after all, there was a big age gap. Song Yan only remembered that he was very young at that time, stumbling and learning to walk; at that time, his sister had not yet disappeared; at that time, he had not yet been locked in the courtyard.

It was a winter day, and it snowed.

Kids always love to play and have fun.

The older sister, who was only a few years old, built a snowman in the yard.

Perhaps the laughter was a bit too loud, disturbing Song Huai's reading.

Song Huai, who was usually gentle and refined in front of outsiders, suddenly flew into a rage and slapped his sister hard, making her mouth bleed. He then punished her by making her kneel on the snow for a whole day and night.

She was just a child, a little girl who was three or four years old.

He even arranged for two fierce-looking servants to keep watch, and if his sister dared to cry out, she would be forced to kneel for an extra hour. Eventually, his sister fainted and lost consciousness. It was only because Steward Wang took pity on her that the further punishment was waived. After that, his sister fell seriously ill with a persistent high fever. If Song Yan hadn't secretly given her some medicine, she probably would have died long ago.

Hate?

Of course I hate it.

But at that time, what could Song Yan, who could barely walk, do?
Many people assume that someone who has traveled through time is different from ordinary people, able to speak at birth and walk at three months old... In reality, that's impossible. Their tiny bodies are soft and limp, completely unresponsive. They might achieve some things a little faster than normal children, but it would never be too outrageous.

Beside Song Huai was Song Yi.

Compared to Song Huai, he saw Song Yi a little more often.

Compared to Song Zhe and Song Huai, Song Yi was perhaps a bit dull-witted. When Song Yan was six years old, he began his education at the clan school. At that time, Song Yi was already in his twenties and was still attending classes at the clan school. Song Yan remembered clearly that on the first day of his education, he received praise from the teacher for writing a little faster than usual, which aroused Song Yi's jealousy.

On his way back to his house, he was pushed into the water, and the food in his house was poisoned.

It was Yang Miaoqing who poisoned them.

It was Song Yi who pushed him into the water.

Behind these two were Song Mingyu and Song Mingzhou. Song Yan had only met these two once, when Song Jincheng brought them along on a trip back to his hometown. Song Yan didn't know what kind of people these two were, but at least on the surface they were gentle and refined, quite cultured. Even towards him, a son of a concubine, though there was disdain in their eyes, they never openly showed it.

There's no real grudge between them.

As his gaze swept over those familiar faces, Song Yan's smile deepened. Although he had seen Song Zhe's miserable state before, he always felt that something was missing, but now he finally understood.

What's scarce is the audience.

Now everyone is here.

Song Jincheng and the others didn't notice Song Yan. The first thing they saw was Song Zhe, who was lying on the ground covered in blood. Song Jincheng's face showed obvious heartache, and he immediately rushed over to help Song Zhe up from the ground.

But as soon as she helped Song Zhe up, it immediately triggered the arrow inside his buttocks. Ouch.

Another scream pierced the heart.

Song Jincheng was startled and quickly put Song Zhe down.

Song Jincheng knew that Song Zhe had been shot with an arrow, but he never expected it to be so serious. Seeing his body covered in blood, he feared he might die if he didn't receive timely treatment. Thinking of this, Song Jincheng took a deep breath, stood up, and looked at Fang Shan: "Lord Fang, I don't know what case my nephew is involved in, but he is currently unwell. Would you allow me to take him to see a doctor first?"

Just then, a figure suddenly appeared, blocking the path between Song Jincheng and Fang Shan.

Song Jincheng's face darkened. It was Song Yan.

Song Jincheng was extremely jealous of Song Yan.

At the age of sixteen, he became the champion.

At the age of sixteen, he became the governor of a prefecture.

How could a mere concubine's child be more outstanding than his carefully nurtured son? In Song Jincheng's eyes, this was an honor that should have been enjoyed by his son, how could it be taken away by Song Yan for no reason? But thinking of Song Yan's current status as the Marquis of Champion and the great favor he enjoyed from Emperor Ninghe, he could only take a deep breath and forcefully suppress his dissatisfaction: "Song Yan, get out of the way, this is none of your business."

Song Yan chuckled and said, "Minister Song, you can't say that. I really am involved in this. Yesterday afternoon, when I first arrived in Dongling City, Song Zhe instructed Zhao Feng, the son of Marquis Anning, to deliberately ride a fast horse and try to run me over and kill me."

"This is a crime of murdering an official of the imperial court."

"As the mastermind behind this whole thing, how can we let you take me away with just a few words?"

“Minister Song, remember, you are only the Minister of Works, not the Emperor. This Dongling City is not a place where you can control everything.”

Song Jincheng's breath hitched. He thought to himself that Song Yan's words were vicious. Just as he was about to retort, a sinister voice came from the side: "Song Yan, get out of here. You are nothing but a lowly bastard born of a concubine. What right do you have to speak here?"

Bastard?

Song Jincheng inwardly cried out in alarm.

He was so exhausted after court that he hadn't even had a chance to tell Song Huai and Song Yi about Song Yan's ennoblement. That was a title bestowed by His Majesty himself; to call Song Yan a bastard was to slap Emperor Ninghe in the face.
As expected, Song Yan showed no anger whatsoever. He had heard countless insults like this since childhood, and they no longer stirred any emotion in him. He simply looked in the direction the voice came from and, sure enough, it was Song Yi, who was not very bright and had a rather volatile temper. Song Yan had always felt that Song Yi and Song Zhen were quite similar—both equally brainless, equally self-righteous, and equally irritable.

If he hadn't known the exam questions and answers beforehand, with Song Yi's brains, how could he possibly pass the imperial examination? Dream on!

At this moment, Song Yi was staring at him with disdain, his eyes even carrying a hint of smugness. He had originally thought his sixth brother was involved in some major case, but it turned out he only wanted to kill Song Yan. Was that a crime?

Prolonged bullying can become a habit.

Song Yi's way of thinking couldn't be changed in a short time.

He subconsciously didn't take it to heart, after all, which of the eight brothers hadn't done something like this?
How could a mere illegitimate son possibly turn the tables on the legitimate son? Even if he became a prince consort and was granted the title of earl, it wouldn't change his lowly origins.

At that moment, Song Yan's expression gradually turned cold, his eyes narrowed into slits, and a chilling light shone from them. He did not immediately do anything to Song Yi, but looked at Fang Shan: "Lord Fang, I was personally conferred the title of Marquis of Champion by His Majesty in the court. Song Yi insulted the current marquis. What should his punishment be?"

Fang Shan raised an eyebrow: "He should be punished with caning, but since he has an official title, it should be reduced to slapping."

Song Yan nodded: "I am also a prince consort of the current emperor, a member of the imperial family. What should be my punishment for insulting a member of the imperial family?"

"He should be flogged!"

Upon hearing this, Song Yi's face darkened instantly, and he glared at Song Yan: "You dare to hit someone?"

Song Yan smiled and shook his head, saying, "No, I won't hit anyone today, I'll hit you."

Song Yi was stunned for a moment before he understood what Song Yan meant. An angry expression quickly appeared on his face. Just as he was about to speak, Song Yan waved his hand and said, "Ziyu, you can do it in my place."

Upon hearing this, Ziyu nodded and walked over to Song Yi.

Seeing a beautiful woman walking towards him, Song Yi was completely confused about what Song Yan wanted to do. How much strength could such a woman have? Could it be that Song Yan didn't dare to actually lay a hand on him, so he sent this woman to give him a way out?
Humph, idiot.

The moment he wanted to blame himself, it was already destined that things would not end well.

After today's events, I will make sure my father brings out the family rules and teaches this bastard who has no respect for hierarchy a good lesson.

Just then, Ziyu walked up to Song Yi. Her beautiful face was even more breathtaking up close. Although he had been in Dongling for many years, this was the first time Song Yi had ever seen such a beautiful woman. Even the ladies of noble families paled in comparison.

His heart began to pound uncontrollably.

He decided that he would not only punish Song Yan severely, but also make Song Yan offer this woman to him. Only in this way would he give Song Yan a chance to forgive him.

Only Fang Hai, who knew Zi Yu's strength, had a strange expression; this slap was probably not going to be light.

Ziyu's lips curled into a slight smile. She raised her small, white hand, looked at Song Yi, then at her own hand, seemingly a little scared. Her pitiful appearance was all the more touching. Then, as if she had mustered all her courage, she slapped her small hand across Song Yi's face.

It doesn't even qualify as a slap in the face.

Ziyu's movements were so light and effortless that it was impossible to feel any strength at all.

It was less like hitting someone and more like stroking them.

Finally, her little hand touched Song Yi's cheek.

Snapped.

The crisp sound echoed through the lobby.

The next moment, a scene that horrified everyone unfolded.

For a fleeting moment, the flow of time seemed to slow down. Everyone could clearly see that Song Yi's body suddenly trembled, and then his eyes widened. His left eyeball, as if impacted by some force, struggled to open its eyelid and bulged outwards. With a pop, the flow of time seemed to return to normal, and the eyeball instantly flew out of its socket, landing obliquely on the ground.

That wasn't all; cracks quickly appeared on Song Yi's left cheek.

Where the purple jade finger fell, fragments of flesh and blood fell in a flurry.

Plop, plop.

In the blink of an eye, the ground was covered in crimson.

Several breaths passed before Song Yi finally seemed to come to his senses. The intense pain finally traveled through his nerves and reached his brain.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…

A piercing scream tore through the silence of the government office and pierced everyone's ears.

Song Yi raised his hand to cover his eyes and half of his face, but red blood still gushed uncontrollably from between his fingers.

hiss.

A collective gasp filled the air. No one had expected that Ziyu, such a delicate young girl, could be so terrifying. That light slap had crippled half of Song Yi's face and one eye.

Only Song Yan's smile remained unchanged.

Today's purpose was to deal with Song Zhe, but I didn't expect to collect some interest from Song Yi first.

But it doesn't matter, since they are brothers from the same parents, they'll be together sooner or later.

Take a step forward.

With a snap, the spherical object shattered into pieces.

Ziyu also gracefully returned, holding a silk handkerchief in her hand, carefully wiping each of her fingers.

Only after making sure there wasn't a single stain left on his hands did he casually toss the silk scarf away.

"Ugh, that's disgusting!"

(End of this chapter)