The top-level junior sister also wants to act weak today

Yan Chuan handed the branding iron to the Fifth Princess with an indifferent look in his eyes: "This man bullied you twenty years ago. It's time to take revenge."

The fifth princess took the branding iron.

When she took the iron, her movements were a little hesitant, and her fingers trembled slightly: "What do you mean?"

Yan Chuan pointed at Xu Shijie's crotch and said calmly, "Where he bullied you, just hurt him."

These words were like a bolt of lightning, instantly causing Xu Shijie's pupils to dilate. He glanced at the red-hot iron, then quickly glanced at his crotch. Then he raised his head and shouted angrily, "How dare you!? Xu Yanchuan! I'm your father! You're trying to make me childless! You will be punished by heaven!"

"You got it the other way around. You've done too many bad things, and now you're finally getting your comeuppance." Yan Chuan's eyes curved, and his smile was a bit frivolous.

Then he said to the Fifth Princess, "Let's get started."

The fifth princess's hand paused slightly. The branding iron in her palm emitted a scorching breath, and seemed to be ready to explode at any moment, but she still hesitated.

"But--"

"Do you know what he was doing when I tied him up?" Yan Chuan gave Xu Shijie a sinister look. "That guy was about to rape a fisherwoman with spiritual roots."

Hearing this, the fifth princess's eyes suddenly became much firmer.

She held the branding iron and approached Xu Shijie step by step.

This time Xu Shijie was truly panicking. His face was as pale as paper, and he trembled as he said, "No, no, no, no, please talk it over nicely. This thing can kill people, you don't want this!"

Seeing that the woman showed no sign of stopping, Xu Shijie quickly turned to Yan Chuan for help: "Son, Dad was wrong, Dad was really wrong. Dad promises you that I will never take your spiritual roots. All the property in the Prime Minister's Mansion will be your inheritance. If you want to get an official position in the court, Dad can also help you. Hurry and rescue Dad..."

"What are you talking about? You're suddenly talking to me about father-son love at this time?" Seeing this, Yan Chuan's dimples on the corners of his mouth deepened his smile.

"What I said is true. As long as you rescue me, I will—"

"Shh." Yan Chuan made a hushed gesture: "Xu Yanchuan is dead. And I don't have a father."

After saying this, Yan Chuan turned and walked towards the exit of the dungeon. No matter how Xu Shijie begged for mercy, he didn't even look at Xu Shijie.

The iron door slammed shut, its cold echo lingering in the dark space. Then, from the dungeon came Xu Shijie's ghostly howling cries.

Yan Chuan just closed his eyes and stood quietly in the corridor at the entrance of the dungeon, enjoying the screams and pleas for mercy coming from inside.

On both sides of the corridor are damp stone walls, where moss and lichen grow wildly under the nourishment of moisture, emitting a musty smell.

Xu Shijie's screams continued. The more miserable the sounds inside, the calmer he felt inside, as if he was about to merge with this gloomy space.

Until a burst of hurried footsteps appeared, Yan Chuan quickly opened his eyes, and in the dim light, he saw Jiang Yingxue jogging towards him.

She was wearing a long green robe, her hair a little messy from running. She had one hand on her waist and the other on her chest, trying to calm her rapid breathing.

Yan Chuan's eyes froze for a moment, and he was stunned for a moment: "Why are you here?"

Jiang Yingxue gasped for breath and said nervously, "Of course I'm worried about you!"

I'm worried that you might kill Xu Shijie in a fit of rage...

After hearing this, Yan Chuan felt refreshed.

But at this moment, Xu Shijie's screams were heard again from the dungeon.

Jiang Yingxue pointed in the direction of the dungeon and asked weakly, "Is Xu Shijie still alive?"

Yan Chuan nodded.

Jiang Yingxue finally breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this. He had originally thought that Yan Chuan would have to wait until at least tomorrow to capture the person, but he had never imagined it would be so smooth.

She poked her head out and looked at the closed iron door of the water dungeon: "What's going on in there now?"

"The Fifth Princess is branding Xu Shijie. What happens next depends on the Fifth Princess's mood. I haven't touched him."

"Is that so..." Jiang Yingxue frowned slightly: "In other words, your mother is now seeking revenge on your father?"

Yan Chuan was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head. His voice was low and tired: "Don't let the Fifth Princess hear this. She already has her own life, and no one wants mine. From now on, I have no father and no mother."

After saying that, Yan Chuan forced a faint smile at Jiang Yingxue, but when she raised her head again, she saw that Yan Chuan's eyes had turned red.

The flame of the oil lamp on the wall flickered, making Yan Chuan look quiet, cold, and pitiful. The mist in the corners of his eyes made him look even more broken.

Jiang Yingxue felt her breathing stagnate...

Wait! What is Yan Chuan's character in the novel?!

He had an unfortunate childhood. In the early years, he was patient and restrained under the discipline of his master and the Xianyun Sect. He was self-disciplined and respectful, and had an immortal spirit. Later, due to love turning into hatred, he became a demon and fell into depravity, going on a killing spree.

Of course, in reality there is also a plot in which he pretends to be a playboy in order to make a living.

But no matter which one it is, Yan Chuan will never cry!

But at this moment, Yan Chuan's eyes turned red and he looked at him with a lonely expression!

Jiang Yingxue's brain pounded. To sum up, it was her stubborn mouth that made Yan Chuan cry!?!?

A wave of guilt washed over her. Jiang Yingxue quickly stepped forward, gave Yan Chuan a light hug twice, and patted him on the back, saying, "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to bring that up."

After living for so many years, this was the first time that Jiang Yingxue needed to comfort others because of her own inappropriate behavior.

After saying this, she looked at Yan Chuan and said with a firm look in her eyes: "Don't worry, they don't want you, but we do. You have your Master, the First Peak, and the Xianyun Sect. There is still a long time to come, and there will definitely be more and more people who love you in the future."

Yan Chuan almost didn't hesitate and immediately asked, "What about you?"

"I?"

"Didn't you say that more and more people will love me? What about you?"

"I?"

Jiang Yingxue hesitated for a moment. Wasn't it a bit ambiguous for a man and a woman to say this? But the current situation was special, and it didn't seem to be a romantic relationship.

Seeing that Jiang Yingxue was silent, Yan Chuan lowered his head: "Sure enough, no one wants me."

"No, no, no!" Jiang Yingxue said quickly: "Of course I love you too. We are from the same school, so we must love each other!"

Ah... So that's how it is...

Yan Chuan smiled faintly: "That's good."

No wonder Jiang Yingxue loves to act, tears come easily. It turns out tears are so useful.

For Yan Chuan, it didn't matter whether he had parents or not. After all, he had long been numb to them. Even if he found his biological mother, he didn't expect her to recognize him.

As for Xianyun Sect, he was grateful to his master for saving his life, so he worked hard and never complained over the years, and almost never refused his master.

But Jiang Yingxue is different.