Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 65 My Stupid Brother (10,000)
Hula, hula...

I paddled my ankles through the muddy water and came closer.

Under the light, one can clearly see Song Yun's current appearance. His whole face is covered with bruises, blood is still oozing from his nostrils, his hair is disheveled, and he looks like a beggar. How miserable he is.

Can you recognize Mr. Jiaxuan’s poems?
Xin Qiji dared to write new poems to express his sorrow, on the one hand because the scholars in Song Dynasty had become decadent and corrupt, and the six arts of a gentleman, including rites, music, archery, charioteering, and calligraphy, had long been abandoned except for books.

On the other hand, it was also because Xin Qiji had the courage to go deep into the enemy camp and take people's heads, so he was not afraid of other scholars coming to challenge him to a fight.

Are you Song Yun okay?

He raised his hand and wiped the blood from his nostrils, but it didn't help much. It mixed with the rainwater and flowed into his lips, tasting salty.

"Are you happy to see me like this?" Song Yun grinned. "Is this the result you wanted?"

"You've been planning this for a long time." At this moment, some things in his mind gradually became clear: "That day, in front of the Qun Yu Garden, you deliberately left that poem."

Song Yan nodded silently.

"People suddenly attributed this poem to me, and it was you who arranged for people to spread it."

Song Yan nodded again.

"You want to ruin my reputation. You bribed Sun Youde and let that old man take away my title of scholar... You want to kill me."

"If it were just an ordinary person who died, the local county government would usually investigate on its own. But it's different for scholars. For scholars who have already achieved academic status, the level of investigation will be raised to a higher level once they die. At the very least, it will be a provincial-level investigation. If the investigation fails, they can even borrow personnel from the Ministry of Justice."

"Are you worried that more powerful investigators will investigate you?"

Song Yan blinked. Is this the plan?

I do not know how?
Who was Sun Youde? That old man? If Song Yun hadn't spoken up, he wouldn't have known there were such benefits to taking Song Yun's fame.

Song Yan smiled and said, "There aren't that many plans. Most of the time, I just let things take their course."

"I really don't know Sun Youde."

"You are the legitimate son of a duke. If you die, it will definitely cause a sensation. Songzhou Prefecture will definitely conduct a thorough investigation. Although I don't think I have left any evidence, it is still better to be cautious in everything. So I plan to involve those young masters. This way, the involvement of the matter will be much larger."

"Among these young men, there are the sons of the provincial governor, the deputy governor, the military governor, and the magistrate..."

"These people's fathers hold the core power in Songzhou. If the fact that they beat you is exposed, it will be like mud falling into your crotch. It will be shit if it's not shit."

"That way, the investigation might just come to nothing. In the end, someone might just kill someone and rob them, and then they'd just pluck a death row inmate from prison and behead him, and that would probably be the end of it."

Song Yun's face was gloomy. The coldness of the rain, the stinging pain of broken bones, and the fainting from the constant bleeding made him even more uncomfortable. "How can you be sure I will fall for it?"

Song Yan exhaled: "Before Yang Siyao entered the Duke's Mansion, you were probably the most difficult one to deal with among the people in the Duke's Mansion. You are not greedy for money and you are not lustful!"

"But, you are greedy for fame."

"You grew up in Song Zhe's shadow. Yang Miaoqing and Song Hongtao often compared you to Song Zhe. The teacher also often mentioned the Song family's Qilin'er in your ears. You wanted the title of Qilin'er to fall on you more than any of your brothers."

"You didn't deny that the poem was yours, so I'm sure that when you see a poem that's just as good as yours, you won't be able to control your greed."

Song Yun's lips twitched slightly: "Why did you attack me? There is obviously no deep hatred between us."

"Haha..." Song Yan couldn't help laughing out loud: "You don't think that a few dozen beatings would be easy for a child, do you? It would really be fatal."

"Besides, you're very dangerous." After a pause, Song Yan spoke again: "Compared to you, I would rather face an idiot like Song Zhen. You arranged those six people before, right? Not only did you want to kill me, but you also wanted to kidnap Banxia?"

"Just a servant!"

"But it's very important to me."

too late.

Even Song Yan felt a little tired and yawned slightly.

Song Yun didn't yell, because he knew it was useless. "If you kill me, my father won't let you go."

"Ah……"

Song Yan couldn't help but burst out laughing. For the first time, he looked at Song Yun with more pity in his eyes: "My stupid brother... You don't really think that if you die, your father will be very sad, right?"

"Believe me, this won't happen."

"Perhaps, in front of others, your father would burst into tears and swear to find the murderer and avenge you. But at night, he would roll around in bed, hugging the quilt, and then, because he couldn't hold back his laughter so much, he could only grunt like a pig. He wanted to see you dead more than anyone else."

"Perhaps, Father will even strongly demand an autopsy, just to see your body chopped into pieces."

Song Yun's pupils trembled violently: "No, this is impossible. Why would my father do this to me?"

Song Yan stood up and stared down at Song Yun with a cold gaze: "Because..."

"You're a bastard!"

Rumble, rumble!

There was a loud thunder explosion in the sky.

The silver-white lightning chain tore through the dark night sky, like a huge hammer, hitting Song Yun's heart hard.

His body trembled.

bastard?

What is he talking about? Is he crazy?
Song Yan's expression remained indifferent. Perhaps because too much was pent up in his chest, he talked a lot. However, as long as he had Zhang Long and Zhao Hu guarding the two forks in the road leading to this side, and Luo Tianyi guarding in the dark, there would be no need to worry about the villain dying from talking too much.

He wanted Song Yun to die.

It's not just the physical destruction, but also the collapse of the soul.

Sure enough, Song Yun's face seemed to twist into a ball in an instant, as ferocious as a demon, and there was a crackling sound in his throat, as if a wild beast was roaring:

"bastard?"

"How could I be a bastard?"

"I am my father's legitimate son."

"Even if there really is a bastard, it's you, a bastard."

The roaring sound echoed all around, but unfortunately this place was in a remote location, coupled with the heavy rain, it was impossible for anyone to hear it.

Song Yan was not angry. He had a cold smile on his face from beginning to end, and he watched Song Yun's collapse with the look of a monkey.

That look seemed to have the ability to penetrate everything, causing an indescribable fear to surge in Song Yun's chest, and the sound of his angry curses gradually weakened.

After Song Yun calmed down again, Song Yan said calmly, "Do you know why Yang Miaoqing particularly favors this loser Song Zhen? Not to mention Song Huai, the eldest son, not to mention Song Zhe, the unicorn son, even you and Song Lu are much better than Song Zhen, but why is it that the seven of you combined can't get as much favor as Song Zhen?"

Song Yun suddenly raised his head, his bloodshot eyes gleaming with an almost insane light. "Oh, don't doubt it. Song Hongtao may not be your biological father, but Yang Miaoqing is definitely your biological mother. Be happy, at least half of your parents are biological."

This is really something to be happy about.

"There's a man called Yang Zhen."

"He is clearly from the Huilong Yang clan, but he has lived in the Langya Yang clan since he was a child, and grew up with the eldest daughter of the Langya Yang clan."

"They were together almost every day. Young boys and girls, at that age when love first blossoms, always develop some unusual feelings. Just when the girl reached marriage age and thought she could live happily with the boy, her family suddenly decided to marry her off to the son of a duke."

Song Yan's voice was calm, as if he was just telling a story, but Song Yun's body trembled slightly.

"She was very sad but helpless. After all, she was taught from a young age that family is the most important thing."

"That's how your mother married Song Hongtao."

Song Yan stretched himself, the oil lamp in his hand swaying. "You are the legitimate son of the Duke's Mansion. You know very well that for someone like you, marriage is never something you can decide, right?"

"We had never met before we got married, but after we got married and spent so much time together, we gradually developed feelings for each other."

"Throughout Ningguo, throughout the Central Plains, countless couples are like this... But your mother is clearly not one of those women. She only has Yang Zhen in her heart, and she only has an unwavering hatred for her husband."

"Impossible..." Song Yun roared in a low voice.

He seemed to be refutating, but there was a hint of weakness in his tone.

Song Yan didn't care about Song Yun's mood. Instead, he smiled and said to himself, "Although I think she has absolutely no reason or qualifications to hate Song Hongtao, don't you think that from some aspects, Song Hongtao is the most pitiful one? He happily married a wife, but the woman beside him only has another man in her heart."

"Isn't this like having a green hat on your head forever? How pathetic!"

"Shouldn't she really hate the Yang family for deliberately breaking them up?"

"But your mother hated Song Hongtao to death. This hatred seemed to have aroused her rebellious psychology. She wanted to take revenge on Song Hongtao, so she found a wild man."

"Shut up." Song Yun roared, his face ferocious. He looked at Song Yan with a look full of resentment, wishing he could cut Song Yan into pieces.

"Haha, even rabbits don't eat grass near their burrows, but the wild man your mother found turned out to be Song Hongtao's younger brother, Song Jincheng."

"That's your second uncle... uh, or maybe your biological father. After all, from the mouths of those three old women, Liang Qiaofeng and Lai Qiuju, Yang Miaoqing and Song Jincheng have been together far more often than she has slept with Song Hongtao."

"So, it's hard to say whether you guys are Song Jincheng's sons or Song Hongtao's sons."

"Anyway, in Song Hongtao's mind, all of you are labeled as bastards."

"I told you to shut up..." Song Yun howled like a madman, but the resentful look in his eyes could not hide the fear deep in his heart. Being the legitimate son of a duke has always been Song Yun's proud identity, and he could not accept that he had become a bastard.

"Your mother enjoyed this kind of immorality and the excitement of fooling Song Hongtao, and she was immersed in it. It's a pity that Song Jincheng couldn't stay in the Song family forever, especially after Song Jincheng became the Minister of Revenue, he basically never came back."

"Your mother had to find a new outlet for her anger, and that was the women who killed Song Hongtao, Song Hongtao's son, one after another."

"So, those concubines died one after another."

"Four bastards died, and I'm the only one left."

"Several concubine girls were married off at the age of eleven or twelve, marrying into those shabby families to suffer."

"Even my sister is missing."

"Your mother wants Song Hongtao to have no children or grandchildren. This is her revenge on him."

"Mrs. Xiao said that every time someone died, your mother would be so excited that she couldn't sleep for several days."

"How pathetic is it that our lives are just tools for your mother to find excitement?"

As if recalling something, Song Yan fell into a brief silence. All around him was heavy rain pouring down. The whole world was as gloomy as hell. Silver-white thunderbolts kept tearing at the sky, flickering on Song Yan's face.

call!
A gust of wind blew, and the rain curtain connecting the sky and the earth tilted together, hitting my face through the bottom of the oil-paper umbrella, causing a burning pain. Even though there was a lampshade to block it, the flame of the oil lamp shook violently, as if it could go out at any time.

"About twenty years ago, Yang Zhen suddenly appeared in the Duke's Mansion."

Song Yan's voice rang out again. Unlike the raging storm around them, it was as calm as ever, like a trickle of water yet unusually cold. "This time, he appeared as a distant cousin of the Huilong Yang family, and then... your mother became pregnant."

"The one I got pregnant with this time is Song Zhen."

"Now you understand why your mother dotes on Song Zhen, right? Because in her eyes, Song Zhen is the only child of her and her lover. Only Song Zhen has the pure blood of the Yang family, and he is worthy of her motherly love."

"You, Song Lu, Song Huai, Song Zhe, the oldest, the youngest, the smartest, in your mother's eyes, are all the same as us bastards. No... maybe even worse than us bastards."

"To Yang Miaoqing, your existence is like proof of her ugly and painful past."

"Originally, once all those bastards were dead, it would be your turn. This kind of excitement is unstoppable."

"That is to say, you will probably be safe before I die. However, Song Zhen's legs are broken and his arms are disabled, so Yang Miaoqing has to plan ahead. After all, only when all other heirs are dead will Song Zhen be eligible to become the Duke. In this way, the Song Duke's Mansion will become the Yang Duke's Mansion."

Song Yun's body trembled violently. It was not until this moment that he finally understood that he would never be able to sit in that seat, and his mother would never really favor him.

He was a pathetic idiot from beginning to end.

He didn't want to believe it, but deep down he had already accepted it.

All the strength in his body was drained, and his originally straight back bent down. Water marks rolled down his face, and he couldn't tell whether they were rain or tears.

pain?
Or numb?

"You will definitely die today, but probably not by my hands."

"Is it Song Zhen?"

"As expected of the Seventh Brother, you are so smart." Song Yan praised, but Song Yun was not happy at all.

"You deliberately used me to cripple Song Zhen. You couldn't hide it from Yang Siyao. They knew everything, but no one told anyone. They watched you act so flattering in front of Yang Miaoqing..."

"Do you know what a clown is? It's a profession where people cover their faces with colorful paint and deliberately make exaggerated expressions and gestures to make others laugh."

"Maybe, in their eyes, you are a clown."

"Yang Miaoqing acted like she was impressed by you and asked you to attend the Qixi Festival party. It seemed like she was giving you a chance to show off, but Yang Zhen... oh, Song Zhen is here too."

Song Yan had a green jade pendant in his hand. Occasionally, lightning would appear, and the jade pendant would emit a cold and eerie light. "Song Zhen gave it back to me in front of Song Hongtao."

"He still has one in his hand."

Here is the third chapter. I have updated 10,000 words today. I never thought that I could update 10,000 words a day. I will continue to write. There should be another chapter.

You don’t need to look at the chapter number, the number of words in one chapter is a bit too many.

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