Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 401 Father and Son Kill Each Other (1)

The moon is hazy.

Outside the gate of the Duke of Song's mansion, about twenty people hurriedly left.

This time, I've really lost face.

Ji Peng's expression was not good. At dusk, he was telling Song Hongtao that he was absolutely certain of success. Who would have thought that this uncertainty would lead him to this predicament?

Although they lost face, Song Yan will visit the Five Tigers Soul-Severing Sect tomorrow. Even if they know he has ill intentions, they must still treat him well and not be negligent in the slightest. After all, two ninth-rank martial artists plus a mechanic whose specific strength is unknown would be a disaster for the Five Tigers Soul-Severing Sect.

As for the dignity and respectability of a sect, those are not important.

After all, the Five Tigers Soul-Severing Sect's rules can be summarized in just one sentence: "Those who understand the times are the heroes!"

The main focus is on being able to bend and stretch.

The most important thing now is to inform the sect leader of the situation here as soon as possible. Whether it's spending money to avoid disaster or other means, we must make preparations in advance.

With these calculations in mind, Ji Peng couldn't help but speed up.

at this time……

call!
A cool breeze suddenly blew in my face.

More than twenty martial artists, including Ji Peng and other eighth-rank experts, all shivered in unison. The next second, a layer of crystal-clear white frost could be clearly seen spreading rapidly on the ground, and the bone-chilling cold surged through their bodies from the soles of their feet.

Looking up, I saw a tall, slender figure appear not far ahead. Her black floral dress blended almost seamlessly with the moonlight, making her nearly unnoticeable unless you looked closely.

Water condenses into frost?

Frosty Realm?
Could it be another ninth-rank martial artist?
Damn it, when did ninth-rank martial artists become as common as cabbages, seen everywhere?
Moreover, why would a ninth-rank martial artist suddenly block their path?

"Withdraw!" Ji Peng gave the order. Without the slightest hesitation, more than twenty people quickly turned around, preparing to bypass the mysterious woman in black in front of them. But the moment they turned around, they found that there was also a woman in a white dress behind them.

Bathed in the hazy moonlight, the woman's features were exquisitely beautiful.

Lift your foot and take a step.

"So it was you who tried to kill my husband?"

A cold voice came from the woman in white.

The moment the sound faded, the woman's small feet touched the ground.

hum.

The next instant, an indescribable pressure, like a sudden storm, swept over us like a tsunami.

The oppressive aura was like a mountain.

Not just physically, but also mentally.

In the blink of an eye, the weaker martial artists' legs buckled and they knelt on the ground with a thud. Large beads of sweat dripped from their foreheads and fell to the ground. Even Ji Peng and the other two eighth-rank martial artists were trembling uncontrollably.

Damn, damn, damn...

Ji Peng cursed wildly in his heart.

Their own sect leader was also a ninth-rank martial artist, but the pressure emanating from him was nowhere near as terrifying as this; it was like the difference between an ant and a lion.

Could these two women be grandmaster-level experts?

Grandmaster-level experts are few and far between, and there aren't many in the entire Central Plains. They just happened to encounter two at once. For a moment, Ji Peng didn't know whether to feel lucky or unlucky.

He was even more confused about how the Five Tigers Soul-Severing Sect had provoked such a powerful being. Given the Five Tigers Soul-Severing Sect's rule that "a wise man submits to circumstances," if they encountered such a master, they would definitely treat him like their own ancestor and would never dare to offend him.
Suddenly, Ji Peng remembered what the woman in white had just said.

Xianggong?

Who is her husband? He hasn't offended anyone recently... Wait, could it be Song Yan?

Hey!
Just who is Song Yan? How come he has two grandmaster-level experts by his side? Could he be the emperor's illegitimate son? If they had known this earlier, they would never have dared to scheme against Song Yan, not even for 100,000 taels of silver, but for 500,000 or 1 million.

The thought had barely crossed their minds when Luo Tianxuan spoke again: "Although we do not know why my husband let you leave, since it was his decision, we will not take your lives." Upon hearing this, Ji Peng and the others were overjoyed, but before they could speak, Luo Tianxuan's voice rang out again: "However, since you dared to scheme against my husband, you must be punished."

With a wave of her hand, a stream of air appeared out of thin air.

In the next instant, including Ji Peng, more than twenty experts were instantly out of control and were directly blasted into the air. Then the airflow disappeared into thin air, and their bodies fell straight down.

boom.

Click.

Various sounds were heard incessantly.

It looks like they're cooking dumplings.

Hua Lianyue took out a white jade bottle from her sleeve, and with a gentle shake, a pill the size of a soybean popped out.

With a flick of a finger.

The pill flew straight ahead and, with a "poof," burrowed into Ji Peng's mouth.

……

In the Duke's Mansion.

Although Song Yan heard the commotion outside, he had no idea what was happening outside the Duke's mansion. At that moment, everyone was drawn to the piercing scream.

"Ah ah ah ah..."

The voice was shrill and melodious, even taking several turns and adding several vibratos. Song Yan had reason to suspect that if Song Hongtao were in modern society, he would definitely be a tenor singer.

The crowd stirred again.

Song Hongtao's voice was still very distinctive. Everyone already knew that something had happened to their master. There was a rustling sound as people looked at each other, all wanting to go and see what had happened.

However, the Ninth Young Master is here.

Didn't you see that those martial arts masters that the master spent a fortune to hire could only leave behind a few corpses and slink away in front of the Ninth Young Master? Now, it's really hard to say whether the master or the Ninth Young Master is in charge of this Duke's mansion. If you choose the wrong side, you might be the next one to die.

Perhaps, after today, the world will change for the Duke's mansion.

In addition, the master had never treated his guards well, so although the crowd was in an uproar, no one dared to make any rash moves.

Song Yan smiled but didn't say anything. She simply walked towards the direction from which the sound came.

Upon reaching the side and back of the reception hall, they saw two figures wrestling. The one who was burly and slightly overweight was none other than Song Hongtao. As for the other one, he was a disheveled, foul-smelling fellow who looked like a beggar—it was Song Lu.

Song Lu was holding a dagger in his hand, which was already stuck in Song Hongtao's waist.

Goodness, is that a kidney?
That's definitely a kidney knife.

Song Lu clearly hated Song Hongtao, his nominal father, and was extremely ruthless. The dagger was so sharp that the blade was no longer visible; it looked as if the handle had been shoved inside, as if he was about to stab a hole in Song Hongtao's kidney.

Even if Song Hongtao survives this time, his body will likely suffer serious damage.

It hurts a lot.

Having always been pampered, Song Hongtao had never experienced anything like this. His chubby face was contorted into a spiral shape, and his screams grew louder and louder. Some of the guards pursed their lips; after all, it was their master, and their first instinct was to rush over and help. However, seeing that the Ninth Young Master was standing there peacefully, they abandoned that idea. Song Hongtao naturally saw Song Yan and the many guards, and seeing that not a single person was willing to step forward to help, he couldn't help but feel a sense of despair.

damn it.

He was the Duke of Song.

Even if I were to die, I would never die in such a wretched way.

I will absolutely not die at the hands of that beast, that unfilial son, Song Lu.

Aaaaaaahhhhhh... Despair drives people mad.

A frantic scream erupted from his throat. His body, which had been convulsing from the excruciating pain, suddenly seemed to have been injected with two doses of adrenaline. His eyes turned bloodshot, and he seemed to have an inexhaustible supply of strength within him.

Suddenly, his left leg lifted up, and his knee slammed heavily into Song Lu's injured right leg.

Song Lu's right leg was already rotting and oozing pus. The sudden impact caused him to scream in agony, and his body convulsed in pain. His right hand, which was gripping the dagger, and his left hand, which was holding Song Hongtao's neck, both involuntarily loosened their grip slightly. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Song Hongtao grabbed both of Song Lu's wrists and pressed all his strength, along with his short and stout weight, onto Song Lu's body.

Although Song Hongtao cannot be considered a martial artist, he did learn some martial arts when he was young. However, due to the hardship of martial arts training, he eventually gave up. In addition, he was pampered and well-nourished in his daily life, so even though he is old, his physical condition is actually quite good.

Song Lü, on the other hand, endured a month of torture.

I wouldn't say I'm completely exhausted, but my health is really not good. Even if I desperately search for food on the ground to fill my stomach, how much can I find?

This immediately revealed the difference between the two.

With a thud, Song Lu crashed heavily to the ground, Song Hongtao pinning him to the chest, unable to break free for a moment.

At this moment, Song Hongtao seemed to have been fully aroused, and after a lifetime of being a man, he finally acted like a man for a while. He grabbed the dagger at his waist, pulled it out, and stabbed it into Song Lu's shoulder.

In the critical moment, Song Lu shifted his body and the dagger pierced his shoulder.

A spurt of blood immediately gushed out.

The excruciating pain brought Song Lu back to his senses. Seeing Song Hongtao draw his dagger again, preparing to stab him again, Song Lu quickly grabbed the blade with one hand, ignoring the blood streaming from his palm. With his other hand, he frantically searched the ground, finally finding a rock. Without hesitation, he smashed it down on Song Hongtao's head with a thud. The blow left Song Hongtao dazed, and Song Lu seized the opportunity to try and retrieve the dagger.

In the struggle, the dagger was lost and flew out of their grasp.

The fight between the father and son appeared all the more primal.

Like street thugs, fighting and brawling, the two men's bodies were entangled together, rolling around on the ground, their fists aimed at each other's bodies, heads, teeth, nails, almost every weapon they could use.

Before long, Song Lu's punches began to weaken, while Song Hongtao fought with increasing ferocity. Like a valiant warrior who had fought a bloody battle, he had once again mounted Song Lu, raining punches down on Song Lu's face. In no time, Song Lu's face was covered in bruises, his nose was broken, blood gushing out, his eyes were cracked and bleeding, and even several teeth in his mouth were broken.

He grabbed Song Lu's hair again, forcefully pulled Song Lu's head up, and then slammed it heavily to the ground with a bang.

bang, bang, bang...

After being slammed more than ten times, Song Lu finally lost all strength to resist and lay quietly on the ground. Only the occasional, laborious twitching of his eyelids proved that he was not completely dead. Song Hongtao was also exhausted. He finally got off Song Lu and sat down on the ground next to him, panting heavily.

The show is over.

Song Yan felt a little unsatisfied, but it was quite an achievement to have such a grand show, so she didn't dwell on it too much: "Alright, everyone disperse, go do what you need to do."

"My father was seriously injured, and I will take good care of him."

It was Song Lu who stabbed his father, and even if he subsequently succumbed to his injuries, that was Song Lu's fault, not Song Yan's. As for Song Hongtao's death despite a night of intensive care, at most, one could say that his medical skills were inadequate.

The infamy of patricide will never fall on him.

The guards exchanged glances, but no one spoke, and they left silently. In an instant, only Song Yanzi, Song Hongtao, and Song Lu remained near the reception hall. Song Yanzi smiled, then slowly walked towards Song Hongtao. Although he was covered in blood, the dagger wound wasn't fatal, and he wasn't in immediate danger.

Song Yan did not intend to kill Song Hongtao so easily.

For Song Hongtao, such a clean and swift death was far too cheap.

Having lived in this world for sixteen years and stained his hands with blood, Song Yan knew very well that true cruelty was not physical torture, but mental destruction.

To kill someone... you must also destroy their spirit.

The footsteps were light, yet they were remarkably clear in the quiet space.

Song Hongtao looked in Song Yan's direction. Even though the fight just now had greatly exhausted Song Hongtao's physical strength, he still didn't want to lose face in front of his son. How ironic that was that his son, whom he used to find annoying even to look at, was now looking down on him with such arrogance.

His body struggled.

With trembling legs, Song Hongtao forced himself to stand up from the ground.

He looked down at his waist and saw a hole in his skin from which blood was gushing out.

Grinning, Song Hongtao moved his belt to the wound and tightened it. The stinging pain made Song Hongtao's face turn pale, and a layer of cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

It hurts.

However, at least the rate of blood loss has slowed down a bit.

Having done all this, Song Hongtao finally looked at Song Yan and asked, "Are you going to kill me now?"

"How could that be?" Song Yan smiled. "Nominally, you are my father. I don't want to be remembered as a patricide." Song Yan gestured towards Song Lu lying on the ground. "It was Song Lu who committed patricide. What does that have to do with me, Song Yan?"

He knew, as expected, that he wasn't Song Yan's biological father... It was a shame he had once placed such high hopes on Song Yan. Song Hongtao grinned self-deprecatingly. He thought he would be furious, but when the moment actually came, Song Hongtao found that he was calmer than he had imagined.

There was not much panic, nor unbearable torment; it was as if all the fear that had been weighing on my heart had vanished at this moment.

"Who is your father?" Song Hongtao asked curiously.

"I don't know," Song Yan shook her head.

Song Hongtao was a little surprised, but he did not doubt Song Yan's words. After all, things were already like this, and there was no point in continuing to hide it: "Then who is Mei Xue? I have investigated before, but the only information I got was that she was a rich girl who fled from war."

"The missing only daughter of Duke Lu Guo Mei Wu is Mei Yingxue."

Song Hongtao opened his mouth in astonishment, but ultimately couldn't say anything.

I feel a little regretful.

If he had known earlier that Mei Yingxue was Mei Wu's daughter, he probably would have treated her better, right? After all, he was the Grand Tutor of the court. Even though he no longer held real power, his status was still revered... at least much better than the Duke of Song's mansion. The Yang family could boss the Duke of Song around and act arrogantly, but even Yang Hetong treated Mei Wu with utmost respect, without the slightest disrespect. The Yang family never hesitated to show sufficient respect on the surface to someone of extremely high status but without real power.

If they had been even slightly kinder to Mei Yingxue, Song Xue, and Song Yan... even just paying a little more attention, perhaps things wouldn't have ended this way today.

Just, there is no if.

There's no such thing as a "regret pill."

"All of this was planned by you, wasn't it?" Song Hongtao sighed and said slowly.

Such cunning is truly enviable.

He himself died, and Song Lu died.

Song Yan dealt with two enemies in one go, yet he remained completely clean, without a trace of dirt on him.

“I’m not as smart as you think.” Song Yan shook his head. “At least, before we got to the Duke’s mansion, I didn’t know you were planning to have someone deal with me… I said before that I was going to deal with the Song brothers first, and you’ll be the last one.”

“However, since you’re already prepared to make your move, I naturally don’t mind slightly altering my plans.” With a smile, Song Yan stepped forward again, looking at Song Hongtao’s belt, which was already soaked with blood: “If this continues, you will die.”

"Isn't this exactly what you wanted?"

Song Yan's smile deepened: "I haven't told you the truth yet. If you die, wouldn't that take away a lot of fun?"

"After all, this is the most delicious meal."

the truth?

Song Hongtao was stunned. What truth?
For some reason, seeing the broad smile on Song Yan's face and that almost exaggerated excitement and anticipation, an extremely strong bad premonition began to grow wildly in my heart.

Immediately afterwards, a series of footsteps could be heard.

Instinctively looking up in the direction of the sound, Song Hongtao shuddered and his face turned deathly pale. He saw Lin Xiangwan carrying Song Qi in her arms, rushing towards them.

Finished!

My own son was sent here by that stupid woman, Lin Xiangwan!

(End of this chapter)