Volume One, Chapter Three: What Did You Just Say?

As they hurried toward the magistrate’s office, the messenger Li You had sent also arrived with news.

“What?”

Upon hearing that his son had been kicked in the family jewels by Shen Ji, Feng Min’s face instantly darkened with fury.

Madam Feng burst into tears, wailing, “Master, our family line has been unbroken for three generations! You must seek justice for Yuan’er!”

Feng Min nodded heavily, his face grim.

Shen Ji!

That damned Shen Ji!

If Shen Ji had merely kicked Feng Yuan once, Feng Min might have held his tongue out of respect for Shen Ji’s current title as Marquis.

But now, Shen Ji dared to injure his son’s most vital part?

He had only this one son!

Shen Ji clearly intended to ensure his line ended.

How could he possibly tolerate this?

Feng Min had made up his mind.

He would make Shen Ji pay dearly.

If his only son, the heir of three generations, had his manhood harmed, and he didn’t teach Shen Ji a harsh lesson, how could he maintain any dignity as the Prefect?

He would show Shen Ji that he was not like the commoners of Qingzhou who could be bullied at will.

The more Feng Min thought, the angrier he grew, clenching his fists tightly before immediately ordering men to summon a doctor.

Before long, anguished screams came from outside the Feng residence.

Feng Min and his wife immediately recognized the voice—it was their son.

“My son...” Madam Feng cried out and rushed outside.

Feng Min grimaced, stepping forward briskly.

Before he could reach beyond the official residence, a commotion arose.

Seeing his son still screaming, Feng Min suppressed his anger and calmly approached Shen Ji.

“Official Feng Min pays respects to the Young Marquis.”

Though he longed to kick Shen Ji mercilessly, Feng Min restrained himself.

Everyone in Qingzhou knew Shen Ji was soon to be stripped of his noble title.

But for now, he was still the Marquis of Ningyuan.

Regardless of his feelings, Feng Min had to show proper respect.

Shen Ji lifted his gaze and glared at Feng Min fiercely. “Feng Min, how have you been disciplining your son?”

Feng Min raised his head with a forced smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “How I discipline my son is none of the Young Marquis’s business. But I’d like to ask why you would injure my son without cause?”

“I was disciplining your son for you!” Shen Ji snorted. “That bastard Feng Yuan not only coveted my fiancée but dared to show off in front of me. If I hadn’t castrated him outright, it would have been a kindness!”

“Shen Ji, this isn’t over!” Feng Yuan howled in agony, fury burning in him.

“See that? That scoundrel still dares to rage!”

Shen Ji looked at Feng Min. “Do you want to discipline your son yourself, or shall I do it again?”

“My son was kicked in the family jewels by the Young Marquis, and if my words offend you, I beg your pardon,” Feng Min replied coldly, then barked sternly at Madam Feng, “Immediately take this disobedient child back to his room and lock him up!”

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