Wife, Don't Be Like This!

Chapter 49 - All Are Bastards

The elbow, although it is a hard bone, could not withstand the impact of the court staff.

Crack!

The sound was like a roof beam snapping in an old temple deep in the mountains, and also like the teeth-grating sound of metal scraping a porcelain plate.

The shape of the arm changed from an 'A' to a 'V'!

Song Zhen's body instantly collapsed to the ground. The initial pain was dull, and it wasn't until he glanced at his forearm, bent back at an impossible angle, that a sharp, burning sensation crawled up from his bone marrow.

The pain was like having a red-hot iron poker inserted into the gap between the bones, being twisted as it was shoved in. With every breath, bone fragments scraped against his flesh and blood.

Then came a scream that was shrill to the extreme. His tall body, like a worm, writhed violently. Even though the two household guards were very strong, for a moment they could barely hold down Song Zhen's shoulders.

Pain.

It hurts.

It hurts so much!

Song Zhen's face was already deathly pale. Bead-sized drops of sweat appeared on his forehead. He bit down hard, and traces of blood were already seeping from between his gritted teeth.

Since he was young, when had he ever suffered such pain?

The feeling even made Song Zhen wish that Song Yan's staff had just smashed directly onto his head. Even if his skull had cracked and his brains had splattered, it would have been better than this.

"My son..."

On the other side, Yang Miaoqing also let out a wail. She waved her hands wildly, trying to push away the household guards blocking her path, but those guards had been specially selected and were loyal to Song Hongtao. Before the head of the house gave an order, even if her sharp nails scratched bloody marks on their faces, they would not move a muscle.

Like a bronze wall and an iron fortress, they blocked Yang Miaoqing's path.

The bones of his elbow must have been shattered.

The sharp bone splinters sticking out from the break pierced through his sleeve. The white, sharp points were stained with a pinkish, sticky substance, like the sticky threads from the broken end of a freshly snapped lotus root.

"Song Yan, I will kill you."

"I will kill you."

Yang Miaoqing wailed as if she had gone mad.

Song Yan turned a deaf ear. He knew that this time he had offended Yang Miaoqing to the death. But so what?

Some scores always have to be settled.

He lowered his head, looking at the blood-stained court staff, his expression a little troubled. He then looked at Song Zhen on the ground, who was staring at him with death in his eyes, and let out a helpless sigh:

"Fifth Brother, my apologies. My aim was off!"

Just as he said, he apologized very sincerely.

My dear Fifth Brother would surely be able to understand his predicament. Look, Song Zhen is opening his mouth very wide. A pity I can't hear what he's saying.

It's probably something like, 'It's alright, I don't mind, you don't need to blame yourself,' right?

After all, they are brothers. He wouldn't fuss over such a small matter.

The two household guards pinning down Song Zhen, and the others in the study, all had black lines on their foreheads. Song Zhen, in particular, couldn't help but want to curse out loud.

My aim was off?

Can you be that far off?

Song Yan, however, wasn't very concerned. He waved the court staff in his hand.

"Ai, Father wanted me to break one of your legs. Don't worry, Fifth Brother. I guarantee I absolutely won't miss this time."

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

Wait, again?

Thwack.

Crack.

There was no time to stop it. The arm-thick court staff had already fallen from the air.

Accompanied by the sound of breaking bone, Song Zhen's calf also turned into a 'V' shape.

Ah~~~~

Perhaps because Song Zhen was too pitiful, even the heavens couldn't bear it. At some point, the sky outside the window had already turned gloomy, and with a whoosh, it began to rain. In the blink of an eye, it was like a giant curtain, covering the entirety of Ningping.

But even the sound of the falling downpour could not cover up Song Zhen's miserable screams.

Who knows how many people heard that shrill sound, each of them shivering.

That's the Fifth Young Master's voice.

This time, the unlucky one is the Fifth Young Master.

A baleful star, truly a baleful star.

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

His elbow was shattered.

With this kind of injury, in this era, he would be crippled even if it healed.

His leg bone was also broken.

This could still be set, probably.

The upturned corners of Song Hongtao's mouth could no longer be suppressed.

Bastard, wild seed, serves you right. Yang Miaoqing, oh Yang Miaoqing, this is your retribution for betraying me.

If that Yang Zhen were to see his son in this state, I wonder what kind of mood he would be in?

An indescribable feeling of satisfaction made Song Hongtao's entire body tremble. He felt so good he could barely stop himself from groaning out loud.

A pity. My biological son is still too soft-hearted. That swing that 'missed,' how great would it have been if it had missed onto his head.

If his brains had splattered, I could have danced on them.

The corners of Song Yun's mouth were also uncontrollable. He didn't believe that after Song Zhen became a cripple, his mother would still insist on supporting him to become the Heir Apparent.

Although it seemed he hadn't helped with anything just now, he believed that just by speaking up for his mother, it should be enough to leave a good impression in her heart.

Yang Siyao's brow was tightly furrowed. Although Song Zhen was her fiancé, she wasn't very concerned. Her gaze was just fixed on Song Yun, as if lost in thought.

And the instigator of it all, Song Yan, was the calmest one.

Scenes of being bullied by Song Zhen in the past swept through his mind. Looking at Song Zhen's miserable state, It must hurt a lot, right? It must. There is, of course, a sense of satisfaction. But Song Yan had already grown accustomed to controlling his emotions. No matter what his mood was, it would not show on his face.

He silently crouched down, grabbed Song Zhen's sweat-soaked hair, and in those bloodshot eyes filled with hatred, he grinned.

His voice was very quiet, so quiet that only the two of them could hear:

"Fifth Brother..."

"Do you remember? When we were little, this is exactly what you did to me."

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

No one blocked Yang Miaoqing anymore. The dignified legitimate daughter of the Yang family had now lost all her nobility and elegance. She was in a wretched state, scrambling and crawling to Song Zhen's side, and shoved Song Yan away. Looking at her suffering son, she wanted to do something, but didn't know where to start. Only tears fell like rain.

That venomous and hateful gaze—Song Yan didn't care.

Hurt.

Hate.

This is all just the beginning.

The people in the study finally dispersed.

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

At this moment, who knows how many people breathed a sigh of relief. That baleful star had finally left.

Yang Miaoqing and Yang Siyao also had people carry Song Zhen away. They called the mansion's physicians, but looking at the shattered bone fragments, the two physicians were also in a difficult position. The leg injury was manageable; after the broken bone was set, even if he couldn't compare to a normal person, he could still manage to walk.

But his right arm was already completely ruined.

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

Yang Miaoqing's expression was grave. Perhaps because she had shed too many tears earlier, this aristocratic daughter had now calmed down a little.

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

Yang Miaoqing's body trembled slightly. She did not speak.

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

"We also can't make a move on Song Hongtao. The most important thing for us right now is to get Song Zhen into the position of Heir Apparent. Once Song Hongtao dies, the position of Heir Apparent will never fall to Song Zhen."

Song Zhen was now a cripple. Even if he healed, he would be disabled.

Just as it's impossible for an emperor to let a cripple inherit the throne, the Duke's mansion also couldn't possibly let a disabled person inherit the title.

A rattling sound came from Yang Miaoqing's throat. It was clear she was desperately trying to control the venom and hatred in her heart.

"Then what should we do?"

"Very simple... If Song Hongtao is left with only one heir, Song Zhen, then the Duke's position will naturally be his."

Yang Siyao's tone was unhurried and exceptionally placid, as if she were just making small talk with an acquaintance, as casual as asking 'Have you eaten?'. But the words she spoke made one's blood run cold.

To be left with only one heir, Song Zhen, that meant that the Song family's first, second, third, fourth, sixth, seventh, and eighth sons all had to die.

Clearly, Yang Siyao was talking about killing all her other sons, yet Yang Miaoqing's expression appeared exceptionally cold. Only her two eyes revealed a chilling madness:

"They're all bastards. If they die, they die.”