I just want to repair a flute [Martial Arts]

What does a father's thundering rage look like?
Yun Chuxiu didn't know. He had been with Xiao Donglou since he was a child, and actually regarded him as his father in his heart. However, since Xiao Donglou experienced a serious injury, his temper became milder. Normally, he would not even say a harsh word to him and Yun Wuxin, let alone get angry.

This strange assassination attempt was quickly suppressed by the servants who rushed in. Yun Chuxiu himself did not kill the person, but when he came to his senses, there were already corpses lying on the ground in the hall. Yuan Suiyun had been guarding Yuan Dongyuan with a sword, but now he moved his feet and began to look through the corpses on the ground.

Yuan Dongyuan had been sitting on the chair, looking down at the red cloth on the tip of his shoes. After a long while, he slowly exhaled and asked, "Suiyun, are these all your enemies?"

Yuan Suiyun turned around and smiled at him. Even though he was standing in the blood, he seemed so gentle and decent, and answered slowly, "Yes, Dad."

For a moment, Yuan Dongyuan almost didn't have the heart to ask any more questions; however, ever since he learned about Bat Island, he had been retreating again and again, and now, he finally had nowhere to retreat!
"Did you also make the shackles on his feet?" He pointed at Yun Chuxiu and asked his son. Yun Chuxiu put his feet away awkwardly and hid the chains behind his skirt. However, neither the Yuan family father nor his son looked at him, and the smile on Yuan Suiyun's face did not change at all: "Yes, I did it too."

"You——" This sentence was like a heavy stone falling to the ground. Yuan Dongyuan stood up suddenly, pointing at Yuan Suiyun with a trembling finger, but he couldn't say a word. It was Yuan Suiyun who threw down the sword, returned to him, reached out and gently patted his back to calm him down.

The next moment, Yuan Dongyuan slapped him in the face, knocking his head to the side. Yun Chuxiu was about to step forward when he saw him looking at him.

"Doctor Yun, I will naturally give you a proper explanation for what happened today. You can go back and have a rest first." Yuan Dongyuan's eyes were obviously reminding him that this was a family affair and outsiders were not allowed to interfere.

"This..." Although Yun Chuxiu wanted to persuade him, he finally nodded after hesitating for a moment. "Being angry is harmful to your health, old owner, please have a good talk with him."

He turned and left the room, found a corner in the garden and hid for a while, watching the servants coming and going to deal with the corpse and clean up the mess. After a while, Yuan Dongyuan was helped out of the house by a servant, his face did not improve at all. Yuan Suiyun followed him with his head down, and at this time he was as obedient as a real filial son, which made Yun Chuxiu very conflicted. He was really worried that his handsome and gentle face was broken by his father.

As usual, he used a hairpin to unlock the shackles, kicked him aside, and then used his Qinggong to chase after him, trailing far behind the crowd. The Yuan family entered the ancestral hall without any suspense, and first helped the old owner sit down on a chair. Yuan Dongyuan took a breath, and sternly told Yuan Suiyun to kneel down in front of the ancestral tablet, then waved his hand and said to the servants beside him: "Go and get the family law!"

"Old Master, this..." Seeing that he was really angry and was obviously going to severely punish the young master, the servants couldn't help but hesitate. After all, Yuan Suiyun was the future head of the family, who would want to offend him at this time? Seeing his hesitation, Yuan Dongyuan couldn't help but stare and said angrily: "Why, I'm not dead yet, and now I can't order you around, right?!"

"What are you talking about, Dad? Wuzheng Villa is still under your control." Yuan Suiyun, who was still kneeling on the ground, raised his head and looked at the servants around him. Although his gaze did not have any oppressive meaning, the people he saw still rushed over quickly and dragged the servant away. Then someone took out a long black whip from the back hall and stood quietly behind Yuan Suiyun holding it.

"What are you still standing there for? Hit me!" His calm and nonchalant attitude only made Yuan Dongyuan more angry. He recalled the things he had investigated, the brothel, the gossip, the escort agency, the assassin organization, the brothel... There was not even a ray of light, as long as you had money, you could buy anything on the Bat Island, the devil's cave hidden underground, and those people whose eyes were sewn shut alive -

Is the one kneeling before him now his well-behaved and sensible son, or a devil crawling out of the depths of hell? Why could he speak to him without shame and arrange everything so calmly after he did such a thing?
What exactly is this for? !

He couldn't figure it out at all, and at this time he didn't worry about his son's orientation at all. When Qiao Lao rushed over, he only saw Yuan Suiyun kneeling there with his back straight and motionless, his back was covered with bloodstains, and the servants were still whipping him with whips, and the whips made a terrifying dull sound when they hit people, and he was so scared that he quickly shouted: "Stop... Stop!"

Yuan Dongyuan didn't look at him, but just stared at Yuan Suiyun's profile, raised his hand and said, "You go down first."

"Old Master, what happened? Even if the young master did something wrong, it was just a moment of confusion. Why bother to use family rules? Just have a good talk with him." Because he didn't want to see Yun Chuxiu, he didn't participate in the lunch banquet. He just heard the servants talk about it on the way here. He didn't understand where Yuan Dongyuan's terrible anger came from. "Besides, you've already hit him, so let's stop here..."

"That's it?" Yuan Dongyuan sneered. He didn't see any repentance on Yuan Suiyun's face. He even seemed confident. Did he expect someone to plead for mercy? In his eyes, what kind of role is his father? A fool who will spoil him endlessly and pretend to be deaf and dumb, or a poor guy who can't do anything to him even if he is angry?

At this moment, he really hated himself for not being stupid enough.

"Qiao Ren, this is not something you can interfere with, get out." He said impatiently. Qiao Lao wanted to persuade him again, but he pointed at his nose and cursed: "Get out! I tell you, no one can help today. Even if I beat him to death here, it's his own fault!"

Seeing that he was so angry that he was shaking all over and looked like he might collapse at any time, Qiao Lao was horrified and said while backing away: "Okay, okay, I'll leave. Don't be angry, don't be angry. Come on, come on! Pour a cup of tea for the old owner and let him breathe a sigh of relief..." He didn't dare to stay any longer. He could only look at Yuan Suiyun worriedly, and then slowly left the ancestral hall. Yun Chuxiu, who was hiding in a corner of the ancestral hall, was speechless for a while, thinking that this old man was too useless. Little did he know that Qiao Lao went out, paced at the door, and then ordered the servants: "Go and see who is at home, Sixth Master or Seventh Master, and invite them over!"

He asked the servant to bring him a carrier pigeon and said, "I have to write a letter to my uncle..."

But his appearance also reminded Yuan Dongyuan. He immediately ordered people to close the door of the ancestral hall and ordered the servants to line up and guard the door. No matter which of his brothers came to plead for mercy, they were not allowed to enter!
Yuan Suiyun reminded him at the right time: "Sixth Uncle is calm and doesn't talk casually, but Seventh Uncle is very stubborn. If he arrives earlier than Sixth Uncle, I'm afraid those people outside won't be able to stop him."

"Hmph, as long as they still recognize me as their eldest brother, I can't save you!" Yuan Dongyuan didn't care about that. He was the eldest son and had accumulated power for many years after succeeding as the owner of the manor. His younger brothers did not dare to act rashly in front of him.

He drank two sips of the strong tea handed to him by the servant, and then he suppressed the rage in his heart. Yuan Suiyun stopped talking, but no matter how many scars he had on his body, he always knelt straight. The whip hitting him was like hitting a stone statue, and it couldn't shake him at all.

Seeing his appearance, Yuan Dongyuan was angry at first, thinking that he was against him! However, as time went by, he began to feel uneasy, and it was difficult to take his eyes off his son's bloody back. After a long while, he finally couldn't help but stand up and said, "Stop! Stop right there!"

The servant who was beating the man trembled all over, and the long whip deviated from its direction, leaving a long mark on the ground. He respectfully stepped aside and waited for the next order from his master. It was Yuan Dongyuan who ordered him to put the whip back to its original place, and then he lowered his head and stepped back.

Afterwards, Yuan Dongyuan walked back and forth a few times, signaling everyone else to leave. He first lit a stick of incense for the ancestors who were solemnly watching them, then stood by the table for a while before turning around and looking at his only son.

Yuan Dongyuan said: "I will ask you a few questions, and you must answer me truthfully."

Yuan Suiyun nodded meekly: "Okay." He had actually guessed what Yuan Dongyuan wanted to ask.

As expected, Yuan Dongyuan's first question was to question what happened during the day: "The martial arts of those people who came to our door today were not strong enough to break through the guards of the villa. Did you let them in on purpose?"

"Yes."

"You let them break into the hall. Not only did you want me to face up to what you did, but you also wanted me to see the iron chain on Master Yun's feet?"

Yuan Suiyun did not answer, but just smiled gently, taking it as his consent.

Yuan Dongyuan took a deep breath, and finally suppressed the anger that was about to rekindle in his heart, and finally asked the most important question in his heart: "Suiyun, you have always been too smart and unwilling to do things without certainty. The reason why I was able to investigate your affairs is actually because your people guided me, right? In fact, you could have told me nothing and let me find out nothing, right? I am already an old man with one foot in the coffin, and I may die any day... You could have let me die without knowing anything, right?!"

At the end of his speech, his tone couldn't help but carry a bit of complicated sadness, because he suddenly realized that maybe it wasn't that he knew his child too well, but that Yuan Suiyun knew him too well.

He saw Yuan Suiyun raised his head and looked at him quietly. His eyes were so gentle and calm. No one could have imagined that this person had anticipated everything and finally pushed his biological father to the edge of the cliff.

Yuan Suiyun smiled at him: "Yes, but I don't have to."

(End of this chapter)