Chapter 1159: Chapter 1147: Disdain (32)
Dong Chenglang dismounted, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead from the strain on his back.
Yet, he did not enter the mansion, instead kneeling directly before the gate.
The servants of General Shi’s Mansion vaguely knew what had happened, all feeling that Young Master Biao shouldn’t have done it. How dearly the Great General cared for him, no less than for the eldest young master. How could he join forces with outsiders to betray his own uncle?
But seeing the bloodstains on Dong Chenglang’s back, they couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. Even though he betrayed the Great General, the Shi Family is now better off than before.
The servant went to report to General Shi.
Originally, General Shi was very angry, but seeing Dong Chenglang kneeling in front of the gate to admit his faults, his anger subsided somewhat.
General Shi considered himself honorable and upright, never doing anything against his conscience. Even knowing that the Emperor of Nanliang feared him and the Duke Huguo wanted his life, he never considered rebelling against the court.
It was indeed the Duke Huguo and the Emperor of Nanliang who went too far.
But now he knows that at the border, the Emperor of Nanliang was deceived by his own nephew, leading to a false accusation against him, leaving him with a feeling of guilt.
Although the guilt was not that deep, if the Emperor of Nanliang had trusted him, things might not have ended in his demotion without proper investigation.
As for the Red Book Iron Certificate, even though it was brought up by Prince Zhenbei of Daqi, if it weren’t for the Heir of the Duke of Guardian hosting a banquet and deliberately setting him up, he wouldn’t have fallen for the trick.
Now, the Nanliang Court is already in the past. As an official of Nanlin, he shouldn’t keep dwelling on past matters, only increasing Zhao Xu’s displeasure, causing him to misunderstand that he still harbors feelings for the former dynasty.
But Dong Chenglang’s words provoked General Shi’s anger.
Betraying his uncle yet claiming to be a good nephew.
Even a clay figure would have a temper.
The servant pleaded for mercy, General Shi, with a cold face, said, "Let him come in."
The servant hurried out to deliver the message.
Dong Chenglang breathed a sigh of relief.
Being able to enter the mansion means his uncle’s anger had subsided somewhat.
However, after kneeling for just a while, his legs had gone numb, making it impossible to stand.
The servant helped him up, pulling at his injured back, causing him to wince in pain.
He was almost carried to General Shi’s presence by the servant.
"Uncle..."
"Don’t call me uncle!" General Shi replied angrily.
Dong Chenglang dared not call him again.
He knelt on the ground.
Sparks of anger crackled in General Shi’s eyes.
Dong Chenglang, having drunk heavily yesterday, hadn’t realized how angry his uncle was. Now he truly understood.
Outside, General Shi’s wife walked over, stepping inside the door for a moment before stepping back out.
She stood outside, only listening.
It wasn’t her place to interfere in matters between uncle and nephew.
Yet, there wasn’t a sound from inside for quite a while, and General Shi’s wife grew anxious.
In truth, she also felt that Dong Chenglang had gone too far; after all, no one knew back then if Zhao Xu could succeed. He gambled everything, insisting on dragging General Shi’s Mansion along.
Today, it was a success, but what if it had failed?
Dong Chenglang raised his hand to pull the thorns from his back.
But it was bound too tightly, unable to be removed.
The servant wanted to help, but would Dong Chenglang allow it?
He tugged hard, nearly losing half his life from the pain.
"Uncle, I know I was wrong," he said, raising the thorn whip.
General Shi remained silent.
Dong Chenglang shouted three times in succession.
Being a person of impulsive nature, if his uncle wouldn’t punish him, he would do it himself.
He raised the thorn whip to strike his own back.
Just as it was about to reach his back, the whip was caught by General Shi.
The whip was covered with thorns.
With one grab.
General Shi’s palm was streaming with blood.
"Uncle!" Dong Chenglang cried out.
General Shi’s wife’s heart skipped a beat hearing this.
She walked forward a few steps and saw General Shi throw the thorn whip onto the ground.
She hurried into the room, exclaiming, "What is this all about?"
But General Shi just looked at Dong Chenglang and said, "Enough, get up."
Dong Chenglang’s heart filled with joy, "Uncle has forgiven me?"
General Shi looked at him with disdain.
Dong Chenglang, "..."
He hurriedly got up.
But he stood up too quickly, falling forward.
His hand pressed directly on the thorn whip.
Dong Chenglang, "...!!!"
...
The cries of agony lasted long, scaring the birds in General Shi’s Mansion to flap away in fright.
General Shi’s face showed even greater disdain.
With such an unreliable nephew, what good could he possibly expect?
"Take him back," General Shi waved his hand.
Two servants carried Dong Chenglang out of the mansion.
As they left, Prime Minister Zhao happened to come out from inside his sedan chair.
Seeing his son-in-law’s pitiful state, Prime Minister Zhao didn’t know what to say. Initially, he thought the matter could be concealed, but who knew he would drink too much and brag, asking for trouble?
