Chapter 623

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Protagonist:

Xuan Ge

"Jing Yuan, do you really have to follow me home?"

Xuan Ge crossed his arms, looking somewhat resentfully at Jing Yuan who had followed him all the way.

"Hehe, I just want to see how the dignified Xianzhou Emperor cries his nose out."

Jing Yuan reached out and put his arm around Xuan Ge's shoulder, raised an eyebrow, wearing a face full of wicked smiles.

"Besides, your mother and my mother are best friends, so what if I take a look?"

"Jing Yuan, you bastard."

Xuan Ge glared at the other party, then looked toward his own front gate.

He took several deep breaths, but still did not have the courage to walk up and knock on the door.

This hurdle is very hard to cross; it should be the hardest hurdle of his entire life.

Even the stats monster Jin Guang pales in comparison before this hurdle, fundamentally unworthy of being mentioned in the same breath as this hurdle.

It's not that he hadn't thought about bringing his parents back, but... but his parents' karma simply has no remnants left.

Because his parents' karma was all given to him long ago.

He is the anchor of his parents' karma; that love was placed entirely on him without any reservation, making him fundamentally unable to find the causality threads.

"Huu~" Xuan Ge took a deep breath again.

This hurdle must be crossed eventually; he has not let down his parents' expectations, his future is very promising, he even married the Xianzhou Yuan Shuai Hua back home.

This brings great honor to the Lao Xuan family.

Thinking of this, under Jing Yuan's expectant gaze, Xuan Ge was about to knock open the mansion gate.

But the next second, the gate was suddenly opened, and then two figures stood at the doorway.

The person standing on the left is his dad, clutching a black leather belt in his hand.

Looks like a trouser belt.

The beautiful woman with a high ponytail and dashing bearing standing on the right is his mom, holding a feather duster in her hand.

"Oh, so it's the Emperor of the Xianzhou Alliance who has returned."

Xuan Ge: Huh?

Hearing his father's words, Xuan Ge froze for a moment, then felt his buttocks begin to ache.

"Yo, isn't this the Divine Strategy General who plans without oversight?"

Jing Yuan: Huh?

Hearing Xuan Ge's mother's words, Jing Yuan first froze, then immediately glared at Xuan Ge.

It's all Xuan Ge's fault!

He called himself 'Zhen' at the academy and that was bad enough, but when getting beaten he even invoked his honorific title to protect the carriage!

Damn it!

"Father, listen to my expla... aaaaah!"

Xuan Ge's words of explanation weren't even finished before Xuan Father pinched his unfilial son's ear and dragged him into the courtyard.

Gulp.

Jing Yuan swallowed his saliva, looked at Xuan Ge's mother, and asked weakly: "Um, do I have to do this too?"

"Hehe~" Xuan Ge's mother smiled, then extinguished Jing Yuan's hope, "Sorry there, Divine Strategy General, what I say doesn't count."

"Unfilial son! Why aren't you hurrying up and rolling in here!"

Just as Xuan Mother's words fell, a loud, angry roar full of vigor rang out.

"I'm gone!" Hearing this familiar voice, Jing Yuan was startled.

How did his dad get here?

Jing Yuan turned his head to look, discovered only his dad was there, and let out a breath of relief; looks like he won't be beaten by his parents using a combination attack.

Stepping into the courtyard, Jing Yuan immediately came to stand beside his father, then stared unblinkingly at Xuan Ge getting beaten.

Slap slap slap!

"Stinky brat, you even started calling yourself 'Zhen'."

"What, you still want to marry the Marshal back home as a consort and then confer the title of Retired Emperor on your old man?"

Every sentence accompanied by the sound of the trouser belt falling; the dignified Xianzhou Emperor was just like that pressed against the stone by the pond by his dad and spanked on the butt.

"Tsk tsk..." Jing Yuan made two tsking sounds seeing this scene.

That group of women in Xuan Ge's harem are still too weak; to truly pin down Xuan Ge, it really takes Xuan Father to personally act, one grab and it's accurate.

But Xuan Father's words have no flaw; this Yuan Shuai Hua really is an imperial consort, and the most special one at that.

Oh wait, Fu Xuan and Hei Ta are too....

But that's fine too; beating Xuan Ge is good, at least the pent-up breath in the other party's heart can be beaten out.

Otherwise if Xuan Ge's parents treat him gently the moment they meet, Xuan Ge really can't take it, prone to breaking down in tears, and easily leading him to go to extremes, insisting on bringing his parents back no matter what.

Just as Jing Yuan was counting how many hits Xuan Ge took, preparing to see if he could cry later, his ear suddenly felt a tugging sensation.

"Divine Strategy General, don't you owe this subordinate an explanation?"

Jing Yuan:......

"Dad, don't be like this, I'm scared."

Jing Yuan looked at his father with a helpless smile; whatever explanation he could offer now was entirely because Xuan Ge had screwed him over.

"Afraid?" Jing Father saw his son's composed and unhurried demeanor, let go, then reached for his belt. "Afraid of going to the Diheng Si?"

Jing Yuan's eyes went wide at those words: "Father, how come you know?"

No, wasn't this supposed to happen after he graduated? Why does his father know now that he's going to be a soldier?

After the shock, Jing Yuan suddenly deflated. He first glanced helplessly at Xuan Ge's butt, then smiled in resignation.

This Divine Strategy General of his actually fell for his father's trick.

That sentence just now was a bluff to probe him.

His father, through Xuan Ge's self-proclaimed identity as Emperor, deduced the title of Divine Strategy General, and guessed that he didn't want to go work at the Diheng Si.

"Father, can I go home and take a beating? I don't want to end up with my butt bare like Xuan Ge."

"Heh, you still care quite a bit about face." Jing Father glared at his unfilial son, then stood up to stop Xuan Brother, lest he beat Xuan Ge too badly.

A couple of hits would've been enough; how come this old thing got addicted?

"Xuan Brother, stop stop stop, don't strike without measure."

Jing Father seized his wrist, then immediately produced the prepared ointment and began applying it to Xuan Ge's butt, which wasn't even swollen, to reduce swelling.

Xuan Father put down the belt. He first glanced at his son giggling foolishly there, confirmed he was fine, only then said somewhat awkwardly.

"Jing Brother, it's my failure to discipline strictly; nearly let your Jing lad be led astray by Xuan Ge."

His anger lay right there: a perfectly good son of a civil official's family — if Xuan Ge led him astray into the military camp, he'd truly have let Jing Brother down.

Him and Xuan Ge's mother going to the battlefield is enough; no need to let the younger generation take risks.

He doesn't want the Jing lad on the battlefield, and even more dislikes Xuan Ge dancing with knives and spears.

A father's greatest hope is just for his son to be safe and sound, to properly see the peace their generation fought for.

If he's lucky enough, maybe he'll even get to see a chubby grandson.

So, Xuan Ge playing together with Jing Yuan — he doesn't mind one bit.

But never in a million years did he expect: it wasn't Jing Yuan leading Xuan Ge astray, but his own unfilial son leading Jing Yuan astray.

"Ai, this matter is not Xuan Brother's fault; it is truly Jing's failing."

Helping Xuan Ge pull up his pants properly, Jing Father stuffed the ointment into Xuan Ge's pocket, signaling he could apply it after future beatings.

Before coming, he specially went to the Dan Ding Si to ask; apparently it's an upgraded version of Cooling Ointment.

"Stop stop, none of that stiff formal talk." Xuan Father reached out and draped an arm over the other's shoulder. "Come come, come back to the manor with me first; wine and food are all ready."

"Cough cough, this isn't too good... Jing still has to go back...."

"This wine I bought from the Chi Ming Zu Di; vintage roughly two hundred years, packs a punch."

"No empty words in the military?"

"No empty words in the military!"

Xuan Ge's and Jing Yuan's fathers chatted and laughed, shoulders draped over shoulders, returning to the manor interior — as if the beating of their sons just now had been merely a joke.

When it comes down to it, they just wanted to drink; the sons being safe is all that matters.

"Heh, dead drunkard, don't even think about getting into my bed for a day."

Xuan Mu glared at Xuan Ge's father, then reached out to help up her precious son who was savoring the aftertaste of the beating.

"Don't learn from your father, hear me?"

"Uh... heard." Xuan Ge hitched up his pants, then nodded somewhat guiltily.

It's not a matter of whether he learns or not; it's because Dan Feng's private stash of wine — that stuff is truly delicious.

"And you, little Jing Yuan, if I find out you drank, I'll tell your mother."

"Uh... heard." Jing Yuan also nodded guiltily.

Seeing them both agree, Xuan Mu smiled gently too: "Come on, I made delicious food for you two."

She habitually rubbed her precious son's slightly baby-fat cheeks, then led the two of them by the hand into the manor.

The two big men's drinking sounds in the front hall, accompanied by Xuan Ge's and Jing Yuan's horseplay, all made Dan Feng a bit undone.

Inside the Chi Ming Zu Di.

Dan Heng — that is, the current Dan Feng.

He looked expressionlessly at this group of Dragon Masters before him who spoke only of admonition and rule-keeping.

Right now, listening to these Dragon Masters going on left and right, he truly wanted to unleash a single Cang Long Zhuo Shi and slap them all dead!

Damn Xuan Ge, the transmission time point wasn't even transmitted properly.

He's only been here half a day and is already nearly angry to death!