Song Mo bent his head sideways, avoiding the palm that Song Yichun had swung over, and involuntarily said: "Dad, how could it be me?"

  It's unclear whether it was because of what her son did that made Song Yichun so furious, or if her son dodged the slap, but Song Yichun was enraged and shouted loudly: "You wicked child, how dare you try to talk your way out of this!" As she spoke, she pointed at the ground, "Kneel down for me!"

  Song Mo was taken aback and knelt down in front of his father.

  "Xing Fang personally admitted to seeing you and Mei Tui together; Chen Tao testified that the jade pendant was indeed yours, and it went missing when you went to Liaodong. With both human and material evidence present, how can you still say it wasn't you who did it?!" Song Yi Chun was so angry he was shaking, "When you were three years old, I hired a martial arts instructor to teach you; when you were five years old, I invited a great scholar from the Hanlin Academy to tutor you... even if you were my own brother, I wouldn't have spent so much effort on him. Your mother and I put in so much hard work on you, and this is how you repay us?! Fortunately, your mother has passed away; if she were still alive, wouldn't she be driven to death by you?! You ungrateful thing, you've disgraced the face of the British Duke's Manor..."

  Chen Tao

  How come?

  Impossible!

  Song Mo stared at his father in shock.

  Xing Fang is another senior maid beside his mother, he has little contact with the maids beside his mother, it's possible to frame him. However, Chen Tao is his milk brother, the second son of his wet nurse, Chen Tao and his elder brother Chen He entered the mansion to serve him at the age of five, this time going to Liaodong, serving closely by his side was Chen He, anyone could betray him, why would Chen Tao?

  He quietly listened to his father's scolding, his expression gradually becoming more complex until his father's anger subsided. He then said in a low voice: "Father, this matter really has nothing to do with me! Think about it, that jade pendant may not be comparable to other things in the mansion, but after all, it was Grandfather's personal item, given to me by him on my 100th day in front of many relatives and friends. I'm not foolish enough to give it to a maid! Wouldn't that be openly telling others that I have an affair with her? Besides, there are always people around me, whatever I do, just ask and you'll know. Even if Chen Tao forgets, there's Mr. Yan, and Yu Jian...

  "You still have the nerve to mention it!" Song Yichun suddenly cut off Song Mo's words with a cold laugh: "Do you know what Xingfang said?" He suddenly raised his voice and shouted, "She said Mei Rui didn't dare not obey. Knowing that once things were exposed, she would die without a place to bury her body, and also fearing that you wouldn't acknowledge it afterwards, she took advantage of the time when you two were having fun together to secretly take a jade pendant, originally intending to use it to beg for mercy from your mother, but who knew your mother suddenly passed away, she was four months pregnant, and I was going to arrange her marriage, she knew that the truth would eventually come out, and in her terror... She ended up crashing into the pillar and dying..." He said, slapping his palm on the kang table. Tyrannically, he shouted, "Today's matter is useless no matter what you say, I'm going to teach you a good lesson on behalf of your deceased mother!" He loudly yelled at the rough servant woman, "Drag the young master down and give him twenty heavy slaps!"

  Those who live in this house are all people of the Jiang family. Several women heard this and couldn't help but look at each other in surprise.

  Song Yichun picked up the cup in his hand and smashed it over: "You bastards, I'll show you who's boss!"

  Song Mo had no choice but to say to several women: "Father taught me on behalf of Mother. It's what I should do." With a gesture of surrender.

  The old women slowly walked over, saying in a low voice "Young Master, we've offended you". As they lifted up Song Mo.

  Song Yi looked at him with great anger and said: "Fight right here, I'll fight you right here!"

  Several old women looked at Song Mo.

  Song Mo nodded slightly.

  The old women then brought over the spring bed.

  Song Mo sat on the stool.

  An old woman came forward and whispered, "Young Master, bear with it for a moment."

  They were the rough servants of the inner courtyard, and on normal days, they would at most be ordered by Madam Chiang to beat up a few maids. To Song Mo, they didn't have any killing power at all. Moreover, since they intentionally held back, hitting Song Mo was nothing more than a tickle.

  Song Yichun's face turned red with anger, she pushed away several women, snatched the bamboo stick from one of them and hit Song Mo fiercely, only then did a muffled sound come out of the room.

  Song Mo involuntarily took in a breath of cool air.

  Song Yi Chun still seemed to be venting his anger, beating and scolding at the same time: "You bastard! You're lawless! If this gets out, how will you let others talk about your deceased mother? Poor her, she was strong-willed all her life and never lost to anyone..."

  Song Mo listened, and in front of him was a sheet of water light.

  Father has never been good at handling household chores, mother passed away, and this kind of thing came out, father is afraid to be confused, he wants to vent his anger, let him vent it.

  He obediently lay there and let his father beat him.

  Bang, bang, a flurry of blows, at least twenty slaps.

  Song Mo gritted his teeth and endured.

  Blood seeped out of her white silk pants.

  The old women were shocked.

  The woman who had once been favored by the Jiang family whispered: "Lord Guo, you can't hit him again! If you hit him again, Young Master will not be able to withstand it!"

  Song Yichun seemed to have come back to his senses, he looked at the blood on his son's crotch and was stunned for a moment before suddenly dropping the bamboo stick.

  Song Mo and several women all let out a sigh of relief.

  Who knew that Song Yichun suddenly lifted the warm curtain of the inner room and shouted "Guard" towards the outside.

  Everyone in the house looked shocked.

  This is the upper house, it's the inner chamber of the Jiang family. The guards can't enter the Weihua Gate, and the inner courtyard has these women patrolling at night.

  What surprised them even more was that as soon as Song Yichun's voice fell, several burly bodyguards walked in.

  Song Yichun pointed at Song Mo and said: "Take him into the courtyard for me and beat him severely!"

  None of these people were recognized by Song Mo.

  He felt a sudden movement in his heart and wanted to get up, but he felt that his whole body was soft and weak, unable to exert any strength.

  "Dad..." He opened his eyes wide and stared at his father.

  His father, however, seemed not to have seen anything, and several guards quickly stepped forward with thumb-thick leather straps to tie him up, their movements extremely smooth, obviously accustomed to doing this kind of thing.

  "Dad!" Song Mo's face was full of disbelief.

  He practiced internal family qigong, but only slightly understood one or two things. Although it's not as majestic and powerful as external family qigong, ordinary people can't move him easily. Now, his whole body is soft and relaxed, and his true energy is surging wildly, clearly no longer under his control.

  Several old women also felt something was wrong and huddled together in fear.

  Song Mo calmed down and focused his mind. He wanted to condense the true energy within his body.

  Several guards carried him out, and outside, another spring bed had already been prepared. The two guards standing beside the spring bed were no longer holding bamboo sticks, but instead held killing rods used to punish soldiers.

  Song Mo stared at his father.

  Song Yichun didn't even glance at him and ordered several guards: "Beat me up!"

  The stick landed on Song Mo's body, and he felt as if his internal organs had all been rearranged.

  Soon, fine sweat broke out on his forehead.

  "Dad!" Amidst the crackling sounds, Song Mo struggled to lift his head and asked his father standing under the eaves: "Why?"

  Song Yichun's gaze was as cold as a thousand years of icy frost: "You scoundrel! You've done something so good, yet you still dare to ask me why!"

  "Why?" Song Mo asked his father.

  His gaze fell on the birdcage under the eaves.

  That small water bottle was carved from white jade and was given to him by his father when he was five years old.

  Look at the pomegranate tree in the corner of the wall.

  That was planted by his father and him when he was eight years old.

  Looking at the swing swaying slightly in the cold wind.

  That was when my brother was three years old, and it was made by him and father together for my brother.

  "Why?" Song Mo asked his father, tears falling uncontrollably down his face.

  By the camphor tree, there was a shuttlecock he had used before and now gave to his younger brother; on the grape trellis, there were still red strings tied up for leading the vines...

  "Why?" he asked his father excitedly and loudly.

  His father just looked at him coldly.

  Song Mo looked at his father. His consciousness and vision began to blur slowly, time seemed long enough to be unbearable. And short-lived as if only an instant had passed.

  A faintly heard voice from beside his ear, his father's cold tone: "Take him to the inner chamber and keep a close eye on him."

  The stick that had been beating him stopped, but his father's words hurt even more: "Lv Zheng, go and invite the three uncles to come, just say that Song Mo De has made a mistake, I want to open the ancestral hall!"

  Open the ancestral hall!

  Song Mo lay limply on the spring couch, his entire body feeling as if all his bones had been broken, the pain making him feel dizzy and on the verge of losing consciousness.

  Is the ancestral hall open?

  What's next?

  Should he be stripped of his position as heir or driven out of the house?

  Tears in his eyes had long since dried up. Song Mo still lifted his head with difficulty and stubbornly asked, "Why?"

  White light, green shadow. Dazzling red, dark brown, overlapping into a fantastic and strange light and shadow.

  "My body hair was given by my parents, you want it, just take it. But why do this?" He couldn't see the person he was looking for, "I just want to ask one thing, why?"

  No one answered him.

  With a "slam", he was thrown into the inner chamber where the dragon's stone brick was burning.

  A sweet and soothing fragrance wafts through the warm air, making one drowsy.

  Song Mo bit his tongue tip and tried hard to concentrate his thoughts.

  He can't sleep! If he sleeps, he might never wake up again.

  He is not afraid of death.

  People will eventually die.

  Some things are heavier than Mount Tai, while others are lighter than a swan's feather.

  Although his current death is lighter than a goose feather... he still doesn't want to die!

  Since others won't tell him why, he has to find out the answer himself.

  Song Mo struggled to get up.

  But as soon as he moved, a stream of hot blood gushed out of his mouth.

  He's internally injured!

  It turns out that Father really wanted him dead!

  Song Mo smiled.

  He inched his way forward.

  In front is a large kang by the window.

  He would rather die than yield!

  Where Song Mo passed, a deep bloody mark was left behind.

  He was thinking of Yu Jian, thinking of Chen Tao.

  They're probably all dead.

  If I had known this earlier, I should have let Yu Jian return with those guards.

  Also avoid losing another life in vain.

  Fortunately, Chen He did not follow him back.

  The milk girl has only two brothers, Chen Tao went and Chen He can help take care of her in her old age.

  But despite the commotion of moving house on such a large scale, not one person came, which shows that Father had made arrangements long ago.

  We'd better think of a way to inform them.

  If you can escape, then just escape!

  Song Mo panted heavily and leaned against the windowsill kang.

  On the opposite side of the tea table, two white peonies in a Jingtai blue vase were blooming magnificently.

  But he knew that flowers raised in a flower pot, no matter how beautiful they bloomed, would wither after a few days.

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  Brothers and sisters, I must write another chapter.

  Fist bump!

  PS: Supplement update on April 1st.

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