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"The battlefield is full of danger and daggers, how can we treat it as a joke? You are simply acting recklessly! Absolutely not! I absolutely disagree!"

General Jiang was so angry that his face turned red, veins popped out on his forehead, and he glared at his son who was ignorant of the world and shouted at him loudly.

However, facing such strong opposition from his father, Jiang Yan did not intend to back down.

He bit his lips, clenched his fists secretly, then slowly loosened his hands and gently pinched the corner of his sleeves, as if he had made some kind of decision.

Then, in a slightly trembling but firm voice, he said, "Dad, I wasn't acting on impulse or doing anything on purpose."

"Dad, have you ever thought that I have been pretending for so many years?"

General Jiang's strong and powerful hands tightly grasped the hilt of the sword, and his knuckles turned slightly white due to excessive force.

He had thought so before.

Thinking back to what my youngest son looked like before he was five years old, the little guy was so well-behaved and sensible that he made people love him very much.

Not only is he smart and eloquent, but he is also polite and very likable.

Even the teacher hired by the family praised him highly, often praising him generously: "This child is extremely talented and will definitely become a pillar of the country in the future!"

However, as the world is full of unexpected events, and people are subject to misfortunes and blessings at any time, everything changed after the youngest son's sudden serious illness.

He seemed like a completely different person, no longer as obedient and well-behaved as before. At first, he only skipped school occasionally, but later it developed into a habit of going to restaurants and visiting brothels every day, idling all day and doing nothing, turning into a real playboy.

Every time he saw his carefree appearance, the teacher could only shake his head and sigh, his regret evident in words: "Such a talented and beautiful person, how could he go down such a wrong path? What a pity! What a pity!"

Although General Jiang was very disappointed with his disappointing youngest son and was extremely angry, he could not give up the blood ties that were thicker than water between them.

Even when he was extremely angry, the most he would do was to whip him lightly a few times as a punishment.

And often after beating his youngest son, when he looked at the shallow whip marks on his body, his heart softened again, and all his anger disappeared without a trace in an instant.

General Jiang always knew in his heart that with the wealth of their general's mansion, it would not be difficult to support such a "prodigal son".

But what he hopes more is that his children can strive for success, achieve something, and bring honor to the family.

Jiang Yan continued, "You must be confused. I was so well-behaved and obedient when I was little. Why did I suddenly become like this?"

"Do you still remember the serious illness I had that year?"

As the words fell, Jiang Yan's thoughts, like a kite with a broken string, involuntarily drifted back to that special day eleven years ago.

At that time, Jiang Yan, who was only five years old, was extremely eager for knowledge. Diligent and studious, he was always the first one to arrive at school and the last one to leave.

Jiang Yan clearly remembered that day: the sky was a brilliant blue, the sun blazing and dazzling, as if scorching the earth. From time to time, the clear, melodious chirping of cicadas echoed in his ears, interweaving into a unique summer symphony.

As usual, Jiang Yan carefully handed his book box full of books and stationery to the servant waiting on the side, and told him to wait here for a while.