Yixuan hung his head, not arguing, allowing his second brother to reprimand him. Shu Yu sneered coldly, "Why aren’t you speaking? I didn’t realize, my sixth brother, that you have turned into a mute? But regardless, there is one thing I must tell you. You must understand, no matter why you left back then, you should never regret it. This family no longer has a place for you. Someone who leaves on their own accord, who gives up on themselves, someone like you, on a battlefield, would be a deserter." "Our eldest brother hasn’t returned home for many years. Although I’m annoyed, it is understandable. After all, he doesn’t know his origins and has lost his previous memories. Wandering outside is not of his own will." "Haoming hiding outside also has his reasons. He is protecting us, to avoid his matters implicating the family, implicating the mistress. I can also forgive him." "But you, Liang Yixuan, you alone are the most unforgivable! Even if Wu Wang is your and the mistress’s child, look at us, all kept in the dark, Wu Wang doesn’t even know the mistress is his mother. You may think you’re innocent, but I do not think you’re pitiful. Even if you’re in pain, it’s a result of your own folly, nothing to do with others." ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ɴovelfire.net Second brother is indeed the second brother, normally unconcerned, but truly frightening when angry. His words are like knives, each one stabbing the heart, fiercely protective of his wife. Yixuan pressed his lips together, suddenly feeling as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him, leaving him chilled to the bone. Today, he had a revelation, but some things cannot be resolved simply because he understands them now. Shu Yu said indifferently, "One must take responsibility for one’s actions and pay the sufficient price for past mistakes. Forgiveness is not solely up to the mistress. When you left silently, leaving a letter, where did that leave us as your brothers? Twenty years of brotherly bond you discarded just like that. You assumed the mistress had no feelings for you, drowning in self-pity, believing you were surplus to the family. But when did you ever consider the thoughts and feelings of others?" "You must remember one thing, it was you who first did not want us, not us who did not want you. You never even gave us the chance to choose or make a decision. You still bear the surname Liang, you are still Liang Yixuan. I, Liang Shuyu, one person’s opinion doesn’t represent the whole family, but in my view, in my heart, with my thoughts, the name Liang for you is no longer the Liang of our Liang family." "Take care of yourself!" Shu Yu turned around, heading towards his room, just as Yixuan’s steward hurriedly said, "Master, Young Master Feng has sent a letter." Shu Yu paused slightly, recalling the few encounters with Fengsu last winter in the Great Northwest. That Fengsu, his status is not simple, known as Young Master Feng, similar to myself, fond of qin, but he is the Second Prince of the Dayuan Royal Family. He wondered, was this Young Master Feng the one he had in mind? This thought turned in his mind, Shu Yu’s face remained cool and aloof; he returned to his room, soon putting the matter out of his mind. Accompanying the mistress in disaster relief, living rough every day, he hadn’t rested well for a long time. After lecturing Little Liu, he was also exhausted, so he slowly climbed onto the bed, nestled into the covers, and closed his eyes.