boyutpedia Chapter 118 Punishment
Chapter 118 Punishment
"No, you can't kick me out of the Chu Mansion. I'm your biological brother!" Chu Zhengying stood up suddenly, his face flushed, his eyes wide open, and his voice was hoarse and torn: "If father knew, he would definitely not agree!"
"No." Old Zheng snorted coldly, "If Chu Nan knew what you did, the first thing he would do would be to kick you out! Although the Chu family is an emerging family, it is still a family after all. How can we allow our family tradition and reputation to be tarnished? It would be a shame for the Chu family if we didn't kick out such an unkind and unjust person like you! Zhenghong did a good job. You should be expelled from the Chu family as a warning to others!"
"No... You can't do this to me... I didn't do anything wrong. I was just vying for the position of Patriarch. What did I do wrong?" He staggered back two steps, his legs weakening as he slumped back into his chair. "I'm the Second Master of the Chu Family. No one can touch me!"
Chu Zhenghong watched his performance coldly, but without a trace of tenderness in his eyes, and then gave an order: "Come here, kick Chu Zhengying out of the Chu Mansion!"
Following his order, a group of servants responded and quickly surrounded him.
However, when they just approached Chu Zhengying, he suddenly waved his hand, and a burst of spiritual power suddenly burst out, and a fierce palm wind attacked.
"Bang--" A dull sound was heard in the air, and several servants were shaken by the palm wind and staggered back. They all looked at Chu Zhengying with horror and did not dare to take another step forward.
Chu Zhengying was like a beast cornered: "Let's see who dares to touch me! I will never set foot out of the Chu Mansion before my father comes back!"
"In that case." Chu Zhenghong sneered, then took out the soul-binding rope, quickly made hand gestures with both hands, and gathered spiritual power at his fingertips. Then, with a flick of his wrist, the soul-binding rope flew out like a spirit snake, and with a "swoosh", it tied Chu Zhengying's hands and feet tightly.
"You..." Chu Zhengying had never expected the other party to suddenly attack, and before he could react, he had become a prisoner of the soul-binding rope.
He looked at Chu Zhenghong with a bewildered expression. After struggling for a few times, he realized that his spiritual power was also completely sealed. Panic suddenly surged in his heart: "What are you going to do?!"
"Didn't you say that you wouldn't leave the Chu Mansion until Dad comes back? Come, lock the Second Master in his room and make him reflect on his actions. Don't let him out until Dad returns from his retreat!"
"No! You can't do this! Father will have to remain in seclusion for at least another ten years. Are you planning to keep me in seclusion for ten years?" Chu Zhengying roared at Chu Zhenghong, "I'm your biological brother!"
"When you imprisoned me and wanted to drive Chu Ying away, did you take into account the brotherhood?" Chu Zhenghong looked at the servants and said, "Hurry and take her away."
"Yes!"
Chu Zhengying's face changed drastically, and he kept shouting, "No! You can't do this to me! Let me go! Let me go!" He twisted his body desperately, but his hands and feet were tightly bound by the spirit ropes. He couldn't even mobilize his spiritual power and was completely unable to resist.
The servants quickly gathered around him, some lifting his arms, others grabbing his legs, and lifting him up like he was carrying a log. He struggled and twisted in the air, his cries becoming increasingly shrill: "Chu Zhenghong! You will not die a good death! Father will definitely not let you go when he returns! Chu Zhenghong—"
However, his shouting was quickly dragged into the inner courtyard, and the sound gradually faded away.
Immediately afterwards, Chu Zhenghong's gaze fell on Liu Yurong.
Aunt Liu felt the sharp gaze and shuddered in her heart. She quickly knelt down in front of Chu Zhenghong, and her knees hit the ground with a dull thud.
She raised her head, a look of forced pity on her face, tears welling up in her eyes: "Master, I... I was forced to do this! I have served you for many years, and even if I have no merit, I have worked hard. Please forgive me for the sake of our friendship over the years! I am not a cultivator, and I cannot withstand more than ten years of imprisonment..."
Her voice was trembling, as thin as a mosquito's buzz, and her tone was full of pleading.
"Don't worry, I won't imprison you." Chu Zhenghong said lightly.
When Aunt Liu heard this, a hint of surprise flashed across her face, and her body, which was kneeling on the ground, couldn't help but relax slightly, thinking that she had escaped.
However, before her smile could fully unfold, she heard Chu Zhenghong's tone change and said coldly, "Come here, send Concubine Liu back to where she came from."
"What do you mean?" Aunt Liu looked up at Chu Zhenghong blankly.
"I remember that it was my wife who took pity on you and redeemed you and allowed you to come to my house as a maid. Later, my wife became seriously ill and, because she thought you were considerate and attentive, she made you her concubine. I never thought you would suffer so much. I guess I was wrong. If that's the case, then you should go back to where you came from."
Concubine Liu's face instantly turned pale as paper, and she swayed, nearly falling to the ground. Her lips trembled, and after a long pause she managed to utter, "Master... are you going to... send me back to the brothel to sing?"
Chu Zhenghong's eyes flashed with sarcasm, and he snorted lightly: "Why? Didn't I explain it clearly enough?"
"Chu Zhenghong!" Aunt Liu finally couldn't help but scream, her voice filled with hysterical collapse: "You have such a cruel heart!"
"I'm cruel?" Chu Zhenghong raised his eyebrows slightly and sneered, "Oh, when I was hanging out with Chu Zhengying on the first and fifteenth of every month, why didn't you think I was cruel?"
Liu Yurong's eyes flashed: "But I gave birth to Xiaojie for you. Even if he is not your child, he is still the flesh and blood of your Chu family! He is innocent..."
Chu Zhenghong was disgusted by her words. He held his forehead and said, "Chu Jie, I will continue to treat him as a member of the Chu family. But I can't keep you here. Come on, send this shameless woman to the brothel!"
Upon hearing this, Liu Yurong collapsed on the ground powerlessly, her body trembling like a dead leaf, her eyes fixed on Chu Zhenghong, as if she had been sentenced to death.
At this moment, Chu Ying stood up. She sighed softly, "Dad, there's no need to send her to a brothel. You and I both know what happens to women who are sent there. Just kick her out of the Chu Mansion. As for where she wants to go, it's up to her own fate."
Chu Zhenghong was slightly stunned, then turned to look at Chu Ying, his brows slightly relaxed: "Well, let's do as you say."
Liu Yurong was stunned for a moment. She didn't expect Chu Ying to speak up for her at this critical moment. She gritted her teeth and looked at Chu Ying: "Thank you, Miss, for saving some dignity for me."
After saying this, she stood up shakily and straightened her disheveled dress, as if trying to maintain her dignity. Looking around, Liu Yurong sneered, "I lost the bet. You don't have to chase me away. I'll leave on my own."
The hall was silent, with only Liu Yurong's footsteps echoing in the wide corridor. As her figure gradually faded away, the oppressive atmosphere eased a little, and the dispute over the head of the Chu family came to an end.