Chapter 143: The Panic of the World
Life is short, one must enjoy it to the fullest.
After drinking, one feels light and airy.
Jiang Huaisheng was not drunk; he had just drunk too much, and it was uncomfortable.
He hadn’t drunk that much in a long time. In the past, he would occasionally have a small drink by himself, and Jinger would accompany him.
He rarely socialized.
Given his former status as the son of the Grand Tutor, others wouldn’t force him to drink.
It was only on the day of his wedding that he was happy and drank a bit more.
He lay down and had a dream.
He dreamed he left Ming County, returned to the capital, was restored to his official position, and worked diligently, but he felt very frustrated and was not even as carefree as he was in Ming County.
Later, the Seventh Prince ascended the throne, and his younger sister, Yu Luan, became the Empress.
He transformed into the Empress’s brother.
His status rose instantly.
Suddenly, his home was bustling with visitors.
His former superiors treated him with great courtesy, and he rose all the way to become the Minister of the Ministry of Rites.
Although he had gray hair, he had reached the pinnacle of officialdom, sitting high in the Imperial Court, surrounded by distinguished guests.
Yu Luan found a good match for Jiang Wan—a family of equal status with few complications—and Jiang Wan was sure to live a happy life after marrying into that family.
His son was a bit incompetent, but fortunately, he didn’t cause any major trouble. He married a woman from a lower-status family, and although their life was a bit chaotic, they had a pair of children.
His mother was in good health, and the whole family was harmonious and lively.
The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, and suddenly he felt a bit thirsty.
He wanted to drink water.
He opened his eyes and saw the bed curtains swaying.
There seemed to be the sound of gasping.
He called out, “Jinger.”
The bed curtains stopped swaying, the gasping stopped, and the sounds of a door opening and closing rang out.
He suddenly wondered if some lowly maid had taken advantage of his sleep to engage in improper acts in his room; that would be too absurd.
He had drunk too much, and his brain was still a bit numb.
The curtain was lifted, and it was actually Jinger.
There were tear stains on her face.
Her clothes were disheveled.
Jiang Huaisheng was too shocked to react for a moment.
“Husband, get up, go kill that Heir Han for me,” Madam Wu said, standing there, her whole body trembling.
Blood rushed to Jiang Huaisheng’s head, and the alcohol sobered up for the most part.
He stumbled to his feet, grabbed the sword on the wall, and rushed out.
Heir Han had not left; his father had told him to pay respects to the late Lord Jiang.
He had arrived at Old Madam Jiang’s room and was talking to her.
Jiang Huaisheng rushed in, sword raised.
He thrust the sword at Heir Han.
Old Madam Jiang was startled, and Jiang Wan was also startled.
Heir Han dodged left and right, very agilely, and even hid behind Old Madam Jiang; clearly, this was not the first time he had encountered such a situation.
Jiang Huaisheng was originally quite skilled in martial arts. Since he was stabbed in the cheek by his brother last time, he had been practicing swordsmanship frantically during this period, making rapid progress; his progress during this time exceeded the sum of all his past efforts.
At this moment, drunk and shocked by his wife, his blood was surging, and he had a kind of reckless courage that feared no pain.
He quickly forced Heir Han into a corner, holding the sword against Heir Han’s neck.
“You wicked beast, what madness are you indulging in?” Old Madam Jiang, who was right there, said in shock and anger.
Heir Han looked at the trembling sword tip in front of him and the flushed man opposite him, feeling both terrified and excited.
“Big Brother, why do you raise your sword against your younger brother?” he said with an innocent face.
Heir Han had feminine features and a striking appearance. Despite his age, he was like a young boy, with red lips and white teeth, lacking any proper demeanor.
“You deserve to die, you…” Jiang Huaisheng could not continue in front of his mother and daughter.
Heir Han said with a smile, “Big Brother has misunderstood. I was only taking care of you with Sister-in-law. Seeing that Sister-in-law was a bit dizzy, I hugged her from behind to support her. I didn’t do anything, and then you woke up.”
Jiang Huaisheng also felt that he hadn’t slept, but had just had a dream in a trance; he had even dreamed that his sister Yu Luan had become the Empress.
But just now, Jinger had tear stains on her face, her clothes were disheveled, the bed curtains were swaying, and there was the sound of gasping…
“I am going to kill you.” Jiang Huaisheng’s face flushed red, and his long sword drew closer, pressing against Heir Han’s neck.
Old Madam Jiang, sitting nearby, heard Heir Han’s words, and her vision went black, her head buzzing.
She had always paid attention to this child and knew that his life was not as satisfactory as it appeared on the surface. Princess Huiyun never treated him well and wouldn’t even see him. This child liked older women, and since his wife had passed away and there was no mistress in the back residence, it was inevitable that he would be dissolute.
But she had not expected this to happen right before her eyes.
Seeing him say so lightly that he had only hugged his sister-in-law and done nothing else.
Who would believe that?
Old Madam Jiang only felt her head spinning, and even a thick fluid surged in her throat; she spat a mouthful into her handkerchief, which even contained traces of blood.
She was so angry that she was inflamed.
But right now, Huaisheng was holding a sword against Heir Han.
Heir Han also felt unlucky; it was all his father’s fault for insisting that he pay respects to the late Lord Jiang’s spirit tablet and saying he had to offer three sticks of incense for him, only to be caught in the act.
If he had known, he would have just left and come back next time.
His subordinates wouldn’t think he wanted to molest this old woman, would they? People had already brought a sword over; couldn’t they see? And yet there was still no movement from them.
Jiang Wan was also stunned; she had completely not expected what was happening before her eyes.
She had a very good impression of Heir Han because, in her dreams, Heir Han had always treated her extremely well, helping her turn danger into safety several times; moreover, Heir Han had given her many, many precious gifts and even treated her as if she were his own child.
Now, her father was raising his sword against Heir Han.
Hearing this person’s nonsensical words, Jiang Huaisheng became even more resentful, his mind filled with the swaying bed curtains and the sounds of gasping.
Back then, because Aunt Yao said his younger brother harbored evil intentions toward Jinger and had hidden Jinger’s intimate garments, he had been so disgusted that he had a falling out with his own brother and severed their relationship.
But this person before him, this person, was base.
“You deserve to die.” Jiang Huaisheng applied force to his sword; he was emotionally agitated, but his body did not sway, and the sword moved forward another step.
The sword had drawn blood.
Old Madam Jiang watched this scene of brothers killing each other, and she couldn’t even breathe properly.
“Huaisheng, don’t be impulsive. Madam Wu is a slut. She—she seduced Changtian back then. In order to protect her reputation and let you live a harmonious life, I painfully drove Changtian away. Really, this time it’s not Heir Han’s fault. Let him go.”
Heir Han heard Old Madam Jiang’s words, and the corners of his mouth twitched. That couldn’t be right; Madam Wu had resisted very fiercely and had no intention of being half-willing; she didn’t seem like someone who would engage in illicit affairs. He had done this kind of thing many times and was quite experienced.
Jiang Huaisheng suddenly roared at Old Madam Jiang, “Shut up.”
Old Madam Jiang was so surprised that tears instantly rolled down.
In her entire life, she had never been roared at by her eldest son; let alone roaring, he had never even opposed her once.
Jiang Huaisheng himself was also too surprised, a look of guilt appearing on his face.
In his entire life, he had never roared at his mother; let alone roaring, he had never even opposed her once.
He always felt that since his father died early and his mother had a hard time alone, he should be doubly filial, offering the devotion meant for his father to his mother as well.
But he had not expected his mother to say such things.
If it were in the past, he would have believed it.
But thinking of his younger brother’s appearance, thinking of when he knocked on the Quiet Room, the dense vertical lines in the corner, and the word “Mother” deeply carved stroke by stroke.
Why was there such a Quiet Room in the house where you couldn’t hear a sound once you went inside, and it was pitch black? His younger brother had been locked inside so many times.
He would go crazy just once.
The look in his younger brother’s eyes when he looked at them held only killing intent, no affection whatsoever. It was the same when he looked at Jinger; they were like strangers.
That Changtian who used to be on his back, his head pressed against his back, calling him “Big Brother,” was dead.
“Mother, don’t say anymore. You drove my younger brother to his death. In the past, he almost died of a high fever, almost died from eating the wrong thing, almost jumped into a river to his death. You always said, ‘Why doesn’t the little beast die?’ Mother, he has already died many times. The current Changtian is no longer my younger brother. Are you satisfied? Do you still want to drive Jinger to her death now? What did Jinger do wrong?”
Old Madam Jiang watched Heir Han’s fair neck bleeding, both angry and anxious.
Heir Han was a bit abnormal in his mind. Hearing what the Big Brother in front of him said, he was quite curious. This Jiang the Second must be that rebel Jiang the Second, right? To have been tormented so many times and not died, he had a tough life. This Old Madam Jiang was a bit fierce; no wonder the sister-in-law was like a little white rabbit, not understanding anything.
He explained again, “Big Brother, don’t be impulsive. Sister-in-law is truly a good girl. She definitely wouldn’t have anything with Jiang the Second. When I hugged her, she struggled very fiercely, threatening to die, and I didn’t do anything.”
Everyone:…
Jiang Huaisheng’s veins popped out, and the wound on his face oozed blood, looking very frightening.
“I am going to kill you.”
Heir Han closed his eyes. Yo, finally met a husband with some backbone.
“Why aren’t you coming out yet? I’m really going to die, and I’ll have your whole clan executed.”
Heir Han shouted.
Sure enough, with a clang.
The sword was knocked off course.
But at this moment, Heir Han’s body was pushed aside, and the deflected sword stabbed into Old Madam Jiang.
Heir Han opened his eyes and was startled.
This Old Madam Jiang didn’t know what kind of serious illness she had; she actually came to save him herself. She couldn’t be enamored with him, could she? It scared the life out of him.
He liked sisters-in-law, not grandmothers.
Old Madam Jiang also hadn’t expected this. She couldn’t bear the sight of brothers killing each other, but she hadn’t expected that now the sword would actually land on her own body.
Huaisheng had actually stabbed his own mother with a sword because of that slut.
She looked down in disbelief at the sword in her chest, watching the blood drip.
Jiang Huaisheng looked in disbelief at the sword in his mother’s chest, watching the blood drip.
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