Chapter 14: Chen Yan Remains Silent, Only Munches on Big‑Ear Melon Seeds

"Zhiyun Gutaitai?"

Chen Yan heard it, muttering repeatedly, his mind quickly searching his memory of that name, "Chen Zhiyun?"

"My aunt?"

Chen Zhiyun, Chen Tongyuan's biological younger sister.

In his memory, this so-called aunt had never shown him a kind face since childhood and had dug many pits for him to fall into.

"Yes, that's her..." Qingyu nodded.

"Heh!"

Chen Yan let out a cold snort and asked, "What does that woman want?"

Even if he thought with his rear, he could guess she was definitely hostile.

Nine times out of ten, she was provoked by his good father and good younger brother.

Qingyu recalled briefly and said timidly, "She says she's come for the Second Uncle, and also for the former Young Master, to claim some justice...."

"And also to cleanse the Chen Family's household!"

Saying that, she grabbed Chen Yan's sleeve with her small hand.

Between her brows was only worry.

"Claim justice?"

"Cleanse the household?"

"Just her?"

Chen Yan gave a contemptuous smile, saying disdainfully.

After a pause, he tightened his grip on Qingyu's small hand and said gently with a smile, "Let's go, we'll pay a visit to my good aunt!"

Unlike the little girl's anxious worry, Chen Yan seemed especially excited.

After all, when someone voluntarily thrust their face toward him for him to kick, how could he not be in a great mood?

Just as he stepped out of the house into the courtyard, he heard a woman shouting profanely:

"You little brute, what are you doing?"

"Why are you so slow!"

"Make the elders wait!"

"Do you have any manners?"

The impatient voice showed the woman's extreme displeasure.

And that ridiculously high shelf.

Beside Chen Zhiyun, a young man who resembled her in several features took over the dialogue, shouting and yelling, "Chen Yan, hurry and roll over, kneel, and kowtow to the elders to admit your mistake!"

"Then repent for you slaughtered Second Uncle's family and harmed the former Young Master's younger brother!"

His words were full of condescension.

And also a disgust for this shabby place....

Having lived in Chang'an for so many years, he had never come to such a dilapidated place.

"Qingyu, that one barking over there is probably the cousin born of my aunt, right?"

Chen Yan cast a sideways glance, unhurried, and asked calmly.

There was not the slightest emotional fluctuation.

It seemed more like he was confirming something....

"Hmm, that's him..."

Qingyu nodded and added, "The Da Young Master of the Fan Family."

The Fan Family in Chang'an was originally just a declining household.

It was because Chen Zhiyun had taken a liking to her present husband and was determined to marry him that Chen Yan's grandfather could not go against his daughter, and thus reluctantly consented to the marriage.

The Fan Family, backed by the Chen Family of the Eight Pillar Noble Families, received plenty of gold and silver from Chen Zhiyun, as well as resources and connections, and over the years began to rise gradually....

"You scoundrel, how did your mother who died early give birth to you, the back‑eye wolf?"

"Family tearing each other apart, fighting under the same roof, even daring to strike at one's own uncle—do you still have any kinship in your eyes?"

"Do you know what is thicker than water?"

"What a cold‑blooded, heartless brute!"

Seeing Chen Yan unmoved, Chen Zhiyun, fuming, continued to berate and scold.

More than a decade ago, she already thought this was a hopeless, mud‑that‑won't‑stick‑to‑the‑wall thing....

What has happened now perfectly confirms her judgment.

"And you even sought refuge with Yuwen Hu, that power‑hungry lone wolf. Our Chen Family, one of the proud Eight Pillar Noble Families, how did we produce a wretched dog‑like scoundrel like you?"

"One word after another, you call me a scoundrel, a brute—truly a mouth that spews filth!" Chen Yan placed both hands behind his back and stepped forward slowly.

His words were full of mockery.

"Chen Yan, how can you speak to elders like that?"

"The one standing before you is your own aunt!"

Hearing the insult to his mother, Fan Yihang became enraged, raised his hand toward the approaching Chen Yan, and shouted a harsh rebuke.

But he never got the imagined nod, bow, and meek apology; instead....

Slap!

Ah!

Chen Yan lifted his hand, swayed his body lightly, and a loud slap landed instantly, "What are you, daring to shout at me?"

At the same time came Fan Yihang's painful, stunned scream.

He was slapped straight, landing on the ground...

He never imagined that this once meek fellow would dare strike him?!

"Young Master!"

The household servants brought by Chen Zhiyun and his son, seeing this, moved forward.

"Zhu Yi, stop them..."

Chen Yan gave a look and said lightly.

"Yes."

Zhu Yi replied, brandishing his sword to block, stopping all of the Fan Family's servants.

"Yihang!"

Chen Zhiyun lunged at her beloved son, lifted her head, glared at Chen Yan, and hysterically shouted, "Chen Yan, you little beast, where did you get the nerve to strike my Yihang?"

"Today I will not be lenient...."

Before Chen Zhiyun could finish her threat, Chen Yan interrupted, "Who said I only hit him?"

"You... what do you intend?" Chen Zhiyun shivered, realizing something was wrong.

"Slap!"

"Ah!"

Chen Yan gave no reply; all he returned was a clear Big Ear Seed.

The sound was exceptionally loud, far louder than Fan Yihang.

"I don't intend to do anything...."

Chen Yan sneered, calmly saying, "It's just that you old women lack discipline; for the sake of the late grandfather, I shall give you a good lesson!"

Speaking, he moved his wrist unhurriedly.

"You..."

"You..."

"How dare you hit me!"

Chen Zhiyun fell to the ground, covering her reddened, throbbing cheek, eyes filled with disbelief, "It's turning upside down...."

"Slap!"

Chen Yan raised his hand, another swing, and said lightly, "Actually I don't hit women...."

At that moment, Chen Zhiyun's two cheeks instantly mirrored each other, she gritted her teeth and said, "Then why....?"

"Slap!"

Chen Yan delivered another Big Ear Seed, then added slowly, "But I do hit lowly people!"

As a principled youth of the new era, he is especially clear‑minded, with a highly flexible bottom line.

He puts aside personal quality, enjoying an immoral life.

"You... you still hit?"

"How dare you?"

Slapped down again, Chen Zhiyun, seeing Chen Yan had no intention to stop, covered her face with both hands and questioned.

"Slap!"

Chen Yan's gaze hardened, and in a deep voice said, "I originally wanted to follow etiquette before force...."

"But you absolutely must not, must not, speak disrespectfully to my mother!"

At first, Chen Yan had planned to tease them for fun.

But the insult to his late mother touched his bottom line....

Since that is the case, it's their own doing!

"Beating aunt, disrespecting elders, harming kin, how dare you go this far?" Chen Zhiyun's eyes were bloodshot, hair disheveled, whole body trembling, roaring with a question.

"I've become a powerful minister and lapdog, can't I be a bit arrogant?"

Chen Yan's mouth curled into a mischievous smile, retorting.

Speaking, he raised his hand for another Big Ear Seed.

"Slap!"

A powerful minister and lapdog, being arrogant not natural?

Can't be timid and fearful, right?

Then his mother would be too ashamed of these four characters?

"Stop hitting!"

"Stop hitting!"

"I hit my nephew, aunt can't stand it...."

"Please, I beg you!"

Chen Zhiyun's brain buzzed from the slaps, eyes full of terror, crying and wailing for mercy.

This scene perfectly illustrates what is called a filial son under a slap.

A cure for all stubborn defiance.

"Slap slap slap!"

Chen Yan said nothing, only continued delivering Big Ear Seeds.

"Mother!"

Fan Yihang looked at the dazed Chen Zhiyun, cursing, "Chen Yan, what a Poison heart and method you have!"

"Rest assured, I have always been fair, never favoring one side over the other...."

Chen Yan gave a calm smile and stepped toward Fan Yihang.

"You... what do you still want to do?"

Fan Yihang's scalp went numb, and he was so frightened that he crawled on the ground, repeatedly retreating.

"Pa pa pa!"

Another loud slap rang out, producing another red, swollen pig head.

"Waste."

Chen Yan lifted the fainted mother and child, tossed them to the Fan Family servants, and said, "Take your master back...."

The Fan Family servants dared not linger in this contentious spot, and they promptly escorted the people away in a hurry.

Zhu Yi watched the retreating backs, shouldered his sword, walked to Chen Yan's side, and warned, "Young Master, they probably won't be satisfied with a clean end...."

"Understood."

Chen Yan rubbed his palms, half‑smiling, "I've already chosen the best way to set off for my dear aunt's family....."

"Just these two days!"