The backyard of the Yang clan’s mansions was full of plants as Yang Gongming took up gardening as a hobby.
Most of the plants he owned were exotic to China and were gifts from military officers and ministers.
Yang Pojun walked along the rock covered pathway with Guo Xuehua. They were both waist-deep in thought but did not utter a single word.
Guo Xuehua lowered her eyes and broke the silence. “You invited me here but you haven’t said a single word. If you have nothing to say, I have to prepare dinner.”
Yang Pojun’s heart dropped. “ Do you hate me that much?”
“I’ve heard everything you said in the room.” Guo Xuehua strained a smile. “Did you really think I could continue pretending as if nothing had happened?”
“You’re refusing to forgive me because of Yang Chen?”
“You’re the one who refuses to acknowledge Yang Chen as the future leader, much less your son,” she said with trembling lips. “You and Lie Er would not be alive today if it weren’t for me. I may have lost him for over twenty years but I know my son well enough. He wouldn’t blink twice before killing both of you. And yet you dare speak ill of him behind his back?”
“Hmph.” Yang Pojun kept a stoic expression. “Everything I said was fact. Things have been going downhill ever since he arrived. I failed my election. You and I have been on bad terms and Lie Er doesn’t even come home anymore. We were doing fine without him in our lives! You really expect me to just allow a murderer to roam these halls?!”
Guo Xuehua’s eyes widened with rage. “You have no right to talk about him like that! You’ve done nothing for him as his father and you still had the guts to point a gun at his face! How do you live with yourself?!”
“Because of him, all my efforts had gone down the drain! So what if I bad-mouth him!”
“You…” Guo Xuehua looked at him in disbelief. She shook her head and said, “I regret thinking there was hope for you. You’ve been blinded by the power you were given.”
Yang Pojun’s face darkened. “I know what I want to do. Father may have been deceived but I won’t be! Xuehua, I’m leaving this place and taking you with me!”
“You’re taking me with you?!” Guo Xuehua fell a step back.
“That’s right,” Yang Pojun said sternly. “I can’t let you stay here anymore. You’re my wife and Lie Er’s mother. That bastard is not your son! That devil would never think of you as his mother! He’s just using you so that others think he really cares for Yang clan. To him, the clan is just one more step on the ladder to being all-powerful in China! If you keep helping him, you will only hurt yourself. You will leave with me!”
“I’m not leaving!”
“You don’t have a choice! I’m your husband!” Yang Pojun howled.
Guo Xuehua shook her head. “Go. I don’t want anything to do with you anymore.”
“That’s not your choice to make!”
He walked over and grabbed Guo Xuehua by her wrist.
Guo Xuehua tried to resist his tugging but she was no match for him. She yelled and cried, but to no avail.
The servants were shocked to see this but who were they to interfere.
At this moment, a deep voice was heard behind them.
“Let her go.”
Yang Pojun froze.
Guo Xuehua turned around in surprise.
Yang Chen heard the commotion when he was making his way into the backyard.
“I’ll count to three. If you don’t let go, I will make you,” Yang Chen said with an air of indifference.
Yang Pojun raised his brows and scoffed. “Who do you think you are?!”
Yang Pojun’s face was flushed with anger and his hands began to tremble.
“Don’t be so cocky! You’re just a…”
Yang Pojun wasn’t given a chance to complete his sentence.
Before the last second was counted, Yang Chen had already disappeared from his original spot and had appeared next to Yang Pojun.
With a wave of his hand, he landed a chop onto his arms!
The sound of broken bones rang out throughout the backyard.
It happened so sudden that Yang Pojun didn’t even have time to react!
He groaned when he realized that Yang Chen had broken his arms and severed his nerves!
Guo Xuehua quickly escaped from his side when she felt that his grip had loosened.
Somehow, even though he got hurt, this was the first time she didn’t feel any worry or pity for him.
He deserved every bit of it and more!
“You dare to hurt me?!” Yang Pojun held onto his broken arm and spat out, “You sick bastard!”
“Your mouth stinks. I think you need to keep it shut,” Yang Chen said nonchalantly and slammed his palm against his face!
With a loud slap, blood splashed out of his mouth and nose!
“Hmm, I don’t think it worked. Let’s go for two more, as insurance. ” Yang Chen smiled wickedly. He was staring at Yang Pojun like a leopard ready to pounce on its prey.
After two consecutive slaps, Yang Pojun’s facial structure was completely damaged!
His face was hardly recognizable, swollen and covered in all kinds of fluids.
Yang Pojun could only pant heavily and his eyes were filled with fear.
He carried his hands and tried to take a few steps back but Yang Chen stopped him by grabbing onto his collar!
Yang Chen wiped away the dirt on his clothes in disgust and gave him a cold look.
“I let you live because I thought death was a mercy you did not deserve. Since your ego has gotten the better of you, I think crippling you would be a much better punishment. Well if you commit suicide, at least no one could accuse me of killing my father. All you would be remembered by is a coward who couldn’t stand up to his own son.”
It was hard to read Yang Pojun’s expression because of his swollen face but his eyes were filled with dread.
After facing Yang Chen’s wrath, he was beginning to regret his decisions.
For a man of his status, being handicapped was a fate worse than death!
Guo Xuehua couldn’t help but pity him. She might have given up on him but they were still a married couple.
“Yang Chen…maybe we shouldn’t do that.” Guo Xuehua tried not to look at Yang Pojun.
Yang Chen tossed him aside and told Guo Xuehua sternly, “Mom, if you want to stop me, you should’ve left with him. If you choose to be by my side then accept the things that I will do to him. I owe him nothing. What I’ve done is already considered mercy. Family to me are those who care for me and are good to me. Those who threaten to harm me or those around me are not family, despite sharing the same blood.”
“But…” Guo Xuehua wanted to say something else but the voice coming from behind her made her stop.
“Xuehua, it’s fine, let him do it.”
Yang Gongming had walked out of his study and was accompanied by Yan Sanniang.
The servants took a few steps back involuntarily when they saw him.
He looked towards his son who was begging him with his eyes. Pain flashed through his eyes but it was overshadowed by anger shortly after.