Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 49: All Bastards
Although the elbows are made of hard bones, they cannot withstand the impact of the court stick.

Click!

The sound was like the broken beams of an old temple in the mountains, or the sour sound of iron scraping against a porcelain plate.

The shape of the arm changes from A to V!

Song Zhen's body instantly fell to the ground. The initial pain was dull, until he saw his forearm twisted at an impossible angle, and then a fierce burning sensation crept up through his bone marrow. The pain was like a red-hot iron rod being inserted into the gap between bones, twisting and prodding, and with every breath, broken bone scraped against his flesh.

Then came the extremely shrill screams, and the tall body squirmed violently like a worm. Even though the two guards were very strong, they could hardly hold down Song Zhen's shoulders for a while.

pain.

It hurts.

It hurts!
Song Zhen's face was pale, with beads of sweat on his forehead. His teeth were clenched tightly, and there were traces of blood between his teeth.

From childhood to adulthood, when have I ever suffered such pain?

The feeling even made Song Zhen wish that Song Yan's stick would hit him directly on the head. Even if his skull was cracked and his brain burst, it would still be better than what he was feeling now.

"Son..."

On the other side, Yang Miaoqing also wailed and waved her hands wildly, trying to push away the guards who were blocking her way. However, those guards were specially selected and loyal to Song Hongtao. Even if their sharp nails scratched their faces and left bloody marks, they did not move at all before the head of the family gave the order.

It was like an iron wall blocking Yang Miaoqing's way.

The bones of the elbow must have been broken.

The bone stump protruding from the broken part pierced the sleeve, and the white sharp corner was stained with pink sticky substance, like the sticky thread at the end of a freshly broken lotus root.

"Song Yan, I will kill you."

"I will kill you."

Yang Miaoqing wailed like a madman.

Song Yan turned a deaf ear to it. He knew that he had offended Yang Miaoqing this time, but so what?

Some things have to be settled.

He lowered his head, looking at the bloodstained court stick with a distressed expression. He then looked at Song Zhen, who was staring at him on the ground, and sighed helplessly:

"Fifth brother, I'm sorry, I missed the target!"

As he said, he apologized very sincerely.

I believe that my dear fifth brother can understand his difficulties. Look, Song Zhen opened his mouth very wide, but unfortunately I couldn’t hear what he said clearly.

It should be okay. I don’t mind and you don’t have to blame yourself.

After all, they are brothers, and they won't care about such a small matter.

The two guards who were holding Song Zhen down, as well as the other people in the study, were all frowning. Song Zhen couldn't help but want to curse, "Did he hit the wrong target?"

Is there anyone as crooked as you?
Song Yan, however, didn't care much and waved the court stick in his hand: "Hey, father is going to break one of your legs. Don't worry, fifth brother, I promise I won't miss this time."

Song Zhen was stunned, as if even the pain disappeared at this moment.

Wait, coming again?
call!
Click.

There was no time to stop it, and the court staff, which was as thick as an arm, fell from mid-air.

Along with the sound of bones breaking, Song Zhen's calf also became a V shape.

Ah~~~~
Perhaps Song Zhen was too pitiful, even the heavens could not bear it. The sky outside the window had become gloomy and it started to rain with a loud bang. In a blink of an eye, it was like a huge curtain, covering the entire Ningping.

But even the sound of heavy rain could not cover up Song Zhen's screams.

Countless people heard the shrill sound and trembled with fear.

This is the voice of the Fifth Young Master.

The unlucky one this time is the fifth young master.

It’s an evil star, it really is an evil star.

In the study, the two guards finally let go of Song Zhen. Now Song Zhen had no strength to struggle. He was like a poor dying wild dog, lying on the ground, his body twitching and shivering from time to time.

The elbow is broken.

In this era, this kind of injury would be disabling even if it was cured.

My leg is broken, too. It can probably be put back together, I guess.

Song Hongtao could no longer suppress the curled corners of his mouth.

Bastard, bastard, you deserve it, Yang Miaoqing, ah Yang Miaoqing, this is the retribution for your betrayal.

I wonder how Yang Zhen would feel if he saw his son like this?
The indescribable feeling of pleasure made Song Hongtao's whole body tremble, and he was so comfortable that he could hardly hold back his moan.

It's a pity that the son was too soft-hearted. It would have been better if the stick had hit his head instead.

If his brain burst, he could dance on it.

Song Yun also couldn't control the smile on his face. He didn't believe that after Song Zhen became a disabled person, his mother would still insist on supporting him to become the prince.

Although he didn't seem to be of any help just now, he believed that just speaking up for his mother should be enough to leave a good impression on her.

Yang Siyao frowned. Although Song Zhen was her fiancé, she didn't care much about him. She just stared at Song Yun, as if thinking about something.

Song Yan, the instigator of all this, was the calmest one.

The scenes of being bullied by Song Zhen once swept through his mind. Looking at Song Zhen's miserable appearance, it must be very painful, of course it was. There was also pleasure, but Song Yan was used to controlling his emotions, and no matter what mood he was in, he would not show it on his face.

He squatted down silently, grabbed Song Zhen's sweat-soaked hair, and grinned at his bloodshot eyes filled with hatred.

His voice was so soft that only the two of them could hear it:

"Fifth brother..."

"Remember, when we were little, you treated me like this."

Song Zhen's screams paused, his pupils contracted violently, and hatred gradually turned into fear.

There was no one standing in Yang Miaoqing's way anymore. The legitimate daughter of the Yang family had now lost all her dignity and elegance. She was in such a miserable state that she crawled to Song Zhen and pushed Song Yan away. She looked at her suffering son and wanted to do something, but she didn't know where to start. She could only cry like rain.

Song Yan said he didn't care about that resentful and hateful look.

It must hurt.

Hate it.

Everything is just beginning.

The people in the study eventually dispersed.

Song Yan left the Song Mansion with his sister-in-law, Gu Banxia, ​​Zhang Long, and Zhao Hu.

At this moment, countless people breathed a sigh of relief. The evil star finally left.

Yang Miaoqing and Yang Siyao also had Song Zhen taken away. They called the court doctor, but looking at the broken bones, the two doctors were also in a dilemma. The injury on the leg was not serious. After the broken bones were reconnected, the patient would not be able to walk like a normal person, but he could still walk with difficulty.

But his right arm was completely useless.

Lightning tore through the night sky and the rain grew heavier.

Yang Miaoqing's face was solemn. Perhaps because she had shed too many tears before, this daughter of aristocratic family had calmed down a little now.

"Aunt, the person we need to care about now is no longer Song Yan." Yang Siyao's voice came slowly from the side.

Yang Miaoqing trembled slightly, but said nothing.

"Don't attack Song Yan again. We don't have the energy to deal with this trouble right now."

"We can't attack Song Hongtao either. Our most important task now is to make Song Zhen the Crown Prince. Once Song Hongtao dies, the Crown Prince position will never be Song Zhen's."

Song Zhen is now a useless person, and he will still be disabled even if he is cured.

Just as the emperor would not allow a cripple to inherit the throne, the Duke's Mansion would not allow a disabled person to inherit the title.

Yang Miaoqing's throat was making a rumbling sound, and it was obvious that she was desperately trying to control the resentment and hatred in her heart: "Then what should we do?"

"It's very simple... If Song Hongtao only has Song Zhen as his heir, then the position of Duke will naturally be his."

Yang Siyao spoke calmly, as if she were chatting casually with an acquaintance, as if she were casually asking, "Have you eaten?" But what she said was terrifying.

Song Zhen is the only heir left, which means the eldest, second, third, fourth, sixth, seventh and eighth sons of the Song family will all die.

Yang Siyao clearly wanted to kill all her sons, but Yang Miaoqing's expression was unusually cold, with only her eyes revealing a creepy madness:
"They are all bastards. If they die, they die."

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