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In the past, Qin Jiang might have been lenient, but now, with a sense of crisis, he decided not to indulge him any longer.
"If you don't want to go, that's fine. Pack your things and get back to the countryside! Never, ever consider visiting the capital again in this lifetime!"
Qin Yun paled in fear.
Qin Yanran smoothed things over, saying to Qin Yun, "Go on. I'll come pick you up later."
With a pale face, Qin Yun took up his book bag and walked out.
Watching his son's red-rimmed eyes as he got out of the carriage, Qin Jiang felt a pang of regret.
Self-reflectively, he asked, "Do you also think I was too harsh?"
Qin Yanran gently shook her head. "Father is doing this for younger brother's own good."
Qin Jiang nodded with relief.
"I always believed that I must never let you and Yun'er suffer since I had endured too much adversity when I was younger. Little did I know that my indulgence would spoil Yun'er. Fortunately, you have always been sensible."
Qin Yanran said softly, “Younger brother is still young. When he grows older, he will naturally become more understanding."
Qin Jiang let out a sigh, "I hope so. In the future, try to guide him more when you have time."
Qin Yanran agreed, "I will, Father."
Qin Jiang said contentedly, "Let's go. I'll take you to your music lesson."
Qin Yanran remained silent.
"What's wrong?" Qin Jiang noticed his daughter's low spirits.
Qin Yanran asked wistfully, "Father…. Is it still possible for me to wed the Third Prince? The servants are saying that the Third Prince's fiancée is that common-born young lady..."
Qin Jiang exclaimed icily, "Nonsense! How could a wild girl who grew up in the countryside be worthy of a son of the dragon? Only a young woman with your talent and beauty qualifies to be a princess consort!"
Qin Yanran bit her lip. "But, Father..."
Qin Jiang said sternly, "No buts! She has already married in the countryside and has three sons. The Third Prince wouldn't even glance at her twice! Don't worry, Father will definitely secure military power! I'll make sure you marry into the royal family with glory and honor!"
As soon as he finished speaking…
Boom!
Something hit the carriage fiercely.
Qin Jiang quickly lifted the small curtain at the back of the carriage.
He saw a face that was so handsome that it could anger the gods.
Wei Ting, dressed in dark brocade robes, sat tall on a majestic horse, the corners of his lips faintly curled.
There was the untamed confidence of a troublemaker in every fiber of his being.
Qin Jiang frowned, "Wei Ting?"
"Oh." Wei Ting glanced coldly at Qin Jiang, then casually grabbed a young man who was passing by and pointed with his horsewhip.
"Could you verify if this is the carriage of the Duke Protector's estate?"
The young man, who was startled, nodded repeatedly.
"Uhm... yes... yes!"
Wei Ting released the young man and laughed arrogantly.
"Then I didn't hit the wrong one."
So this kid had targeted his carriage on purpose?
Qin Jiang said sternly, "What do you think you're doing?"
Wei Ting tapped his shoulder lightly with his horsewhip, acting utterly domineering.
"A good dog doesn't block the path."
Qin Jiang said coldly, "The road is so wide. Who's blocking your way..."
Wait, who the hell did you call a dog?!
"Wei Ting, don't get too arrogant. Do you really think the capital is—"
Before Qin Jiang could finish, Wei Ting directly tightened his reins and urged his horse to charge forward!
With a loud boom sound, dust flew everywhere as the horse's iron hooves shattered Qin Jiang's carriage.
The carriage horse, frightened, bolted forward wildly.
Qin Jiang, losing his balance, tumbled sideways onto the ground.
"Father—"
Qin Yanran turned pale with fright!
She tried to grab him, but it was too late.
She watched helplessly as her father fell helplessly into a pile of shattered wood fragments...
The wood scraps cut his skin.
But that wasn't the most frightening part, because in the very next second—
Crack!
Qin Jiang's ribs broke.
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Brother Ting: Don't worry, Dad, go ahead and compete. I'll make sure he arrives there disabled.