Сhарtеr 2 (3/22)
“Father’s tеmреr, sigh… I just wаstеd a lot of brеаth trying to рersuadе him… I sаid, it’s thе middlе оf thе night, and yоu didn’t even preparе а pоt of tеа whilе wаiting for mе.”
“Ноw соuld I pоssibly have thе mоod fоr tea? Hurrу up… what did hе finally sау?”
“Не wоn’t diе.” Gоng Huanуu first tоok а siр оf teа for himsеlf, thеn abruptlу сhangеd the subject. “Вut he won’t havе аn еasу time either.”
Тhе jоy thаt hаd just арреarеd оn Gong Ziуu’s faсe immediаtelу fаdеd, reрlасеd by a hint of disgust in his еxpression.
“Using pоison again?” Gоng Ziyu guessеd the аnswеr.
Gong Нuanyu nodded. “Yes, Gong Yuanzhi has developed a new drug. It will probably be used tomorrow…” He glanced at Gong Ziyu’s expression. “Brother, don’t look at me like that. I know you have a soft heart, but we still have to find out who the assassin is, right?”
“Who can withstand Gong Yuanzhi’s poison? What’s the difference between this and torture? Someone will surely confess under duress or falsely accuse others…” Gong Ziyu grew agitated.
Not to mention those defenseless women—even he felt a chill hearing about the poisons in that man’s hands!
Gong Huanyu smiled, unfazed. “There is still a difference. Torture always leaves scars. The brides should remain beautiful. Don’t you like girls with smooth skin the most?”
Gong Ziyu’s face flushed red as he stood up. “Brother! What are you even talking about… No, I need to go talk to Father again.”
Gong Huanyu called him back. “Don’t be reckless. Look at what time it is—Father has already gone to bed.”
After stopping him, Gong Huanyu sighed, stood up, and walked over to Gong Ziyu, straightening his collar.
Unlike their strict father, Gong Hongyu, Gong Huanyu, as the elder brother, cared deeply for Gong Ziyu. Although he occasionally found Gong Ziyu’s recklessness troublesome, he never spoke harshly to him.
“You’re already at the age for marriage, yet you’re still so impulsive. Shouldn’t you mature a bit? It’s best if you start participating in the affairs of the House of Gong sooner…” Gong Huanyu spoke earnestly.
Gong Ziyu frowned. “I don’t want to participate…”
Gong Huanyu flicked his forehead with a snap. “You’re only allowed to say such things in front of me. In front of Father and others, you must never mention this…”
Gong Ziyu’s voice softened. “Why can’t I mention it? Father himself doesn’t want me involved in the affairs of the House of Gong, right? Everyone has always thought I’m not of Gong blood…”
Surprised that he brought this up, Gong Huanyu felt a pang of sympathy for his younger brother. “Why are you bringing this up again…”
He stood up and walked into the inner room, retrieving a cloak with a fur collar and handing it to Gong Ziyu. The fur was soft and fluffy, the stitching exquisite, and it looked exceptionally warm.
“A few days ago, a wild marten pelt was sent from the north. I had it hastily made into a thick cloak. The night dew in the valley has grown heavy lately, and you’ve always been sensitive to cold since childhood. If you go out at night, wear this.”
Gong Ziyu opened his mouth, about to continue speaking, but Gong Huanyu immediately stopped him.
“The topic of the brides ends here. I’m going to sleep.”
With that, Gong Huanyu turned and walked back into the inner room.
The room door opened again, and Gong Ziyu walked out holding the thick cloak, looking defeated. Jin Fan was already waiting at the door.
Jin Fan pressed, “How did it go? What did the Young Lord say?”---
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