[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-my-life-as-a-rising-force-in-the-red-chamber":3,"chapter-my-life-as-a-rising-force-in-the-red-chamber-my-life-as-a-rising-force-in-the-red-chamber-chapter-47":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","My Life as a Rising Force in the Red Chamber",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2310845,4515,"Chapter 47: Cannot Die Here","my-life-as-a-rising-force-in-the-red-chamber-chapter-47",47,"\u003Cp>Jia She saw his brother Jia Zheng standing at the door, drenched in sweat, as if he had just rushed over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia She muttered to himself—how had the news reached the West Courtyard so fast?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If even his brother had heard, then surely the old lady knew too—this would shock half his wine right out of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just the other day, a maid died and the old lady scolded him mercilessly; today this beast caused another scene—she didn’t know what she’d say next.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Zheng saw Jia Cong’s back split open, clothes shredded, blood soaking through the rags, the boy lying motionless, alive or dead he could not tell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sucked in a cold breath—how could his elder brother do this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tan Chun ran up, eyes full of tears, gently pushing Jia Cong: “Third Brother Cong, wake up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Cong turned his head with effort; Tan Chun saw his face as pale as wax, drenched in sweat from pain, and burst into tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Cong whispered weakly: “Little sister, don’t grieve. Even if I die, it’s nothing—just find me a clean place to lie. I can’t die here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, his father still lived—this was not Jia Zheng’s place to say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia She heard this and flew into a rage, flinging his sleeve aside and storming off, leaving Jia Cong’s fate to chance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dazed and half-conscious, he felt himself being carried—direction: West Courtyard. He’d gambled this once, and at least he was moving toward what he’d planned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Lian muttered discontentedly: “This brat’s too much trouble—he never goes a day without causing chaos.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Xifeng drew a sharp breath at the sight of Jia Cong’s blood-soaked spring bench—Old Master was too cruel, to strike so viciously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several maids moved to lift Jia Cong; Wang Xifeng stepped forward and scolded: “Idiots! Can you even lift him like that? Carry the bench too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia She flew into another rage: “You damned beast, still talking back! Think I can’t kill you!” He raised the whip again—but others rushed to stop him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While being whipped, Jia Cong had forced himself to stay conscious; when Jia Zheng and Tan Chun arrived to save him, his spirit and strength drained by half.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him, Lady Xing wore a face full of resentment—she’d wished this bastard son never existed, but to be carried off like this was too shameful; her expression was bitter and venomous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old lady would surely hear too—if she pretended ignorance now, it would look unnatural, so she dragged along the reluctant Jia Lian to make a show of appearing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Xifeng acted as if she saw nothing, ordering maids and old women to move him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such a thunderous uproar in the East Courtyard couldn’t go unheard—she’d already heard whispers, and then learned that Second Master and Third Miss had both gone over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But seeing today’s spectacle, if Jia Cong stayed here, he’d lose his life—so he had no choice but to play the unwelcome guest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Zheng glanced at the cramped, narrow storage room—he’d heard Jia Cong grew up here, but seeing it now, it was worse than he’d imagined; he frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lady Xing’s face darkened further—was it suspicion breeding ghosts? She kept feeling Wang Xifeng was indirectly scolding her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several maids carried the spring bench; Tan Chun walked beside Jia Cong; Wang Xifeng and Jia Lian followed behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Zheng heard this and felt a pang—he’d always beaten and cursed Jia Cong, driven his maids to drown themselves, and now this bloody scene—father and son were beyond repair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Zheng, seeing his elder brother like this, flushed slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He said to Wang Xifeng: “Jia Cong has no attendants now—move him to the West Courtyard, assign someone to care for him, so the physician can treat him easily.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Wang Xifeng had no authority over the East Courtyard, she managed the West Courtyard, with countless trusted maids and old women under her—her eyes and ears were sharpest, and she paid special attention to affairs in the East Courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, several more entered: Lady Xing, Wang Xifeng, and Jia Lian, followed by a few maids and servants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Xifeng mused: “Don’t you find today’s affair suspicious?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Lian asked, puzzled: “What’s suspicious?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ever since he beat Old Master’s Ziyu Ruyu, word spread your brother changed—he became shrewd, meticulous, flawless in every action.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Logically, if he’s so careful, how could he provoke Old Master into such a violent rage? Why beat him so brutally?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Unless he deliberately provoked Old Master…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Lian exclaimed: “He’s gone mad—is he trying to kill himself?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Lian had felt his father’s temper enough—even as the legitimate son, if he angered the old man, the old man would grab anything and smash it over his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Cong had been beaten more times than Jia Lian could count since childhood—Jia Lian didn’t believe he’d go out of his way to invite pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Xifeng added: “They say he was close to that maid—forced by Old Master to drown herself, naturally he was bitter, and his words or actions angered Old Master.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Lian sneered: “Isn’t that just like Baoyu—treating a maid like his life?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Xifeng scoffed: “He searched for three days like a madman, nearly turned the Liuyang River upside down—Baoyu never went that far.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Xifeng temporarily lodged Jia Cong in a vacant courtyard opposite Qixian Studio—since Jia Mu never favored Jia Cong, Wang Xifeng dared not place him inside the inner quarters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qixian Studio was Baoyu’s outer study, but Baoyu came there only a few times a year; the courtyard opposite it remained empty most days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This lay within Rongguo Mansion’s outer compound—placing Jia Cong here made it convenient for physicians to come and go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Xifeng was a creature of crystal heart and liver—this arrangement invited no criticism.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how loud the uproar in the East Courtyard, it eventually reached Jia Mu’s ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Rongqing Hall, after seeing off several ladies and daughters-in-law from other households, Daiyu, Yingchun, and the other sisters sat as usual with Jia Mu after dinner, chatting idly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But today Tan Chun was absent; Yingchun, present, seemed distracted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then a maid rushed in with urgent news: Third Master Cong had angered Old Master, been beaten half-dead, and even Third Miss had gone to plead for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Mu was stunned—this grandson had barely survived his last brush with death, had calmed down for a few days, and now this? Beaten half-dead by his own father?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yingchun turned pale; Daiyu’s face changed drastically—Third Brother Cong had just returned safely, and now he was beaten so badly by Uncle Da, and the way they spoke about it was terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Mu immediately ordered Yuanyang to summon Tan Chun for an account.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since Jia Cong had been temporarily placed in the outer compound and the servants hadn’t yet left, Tan Chun couldn’t follow—she returned directly from the East Courtyard and met Yuanyang halfway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tan Chun knew that though Jia Mu was old, she was sharp as ever—she’d surely heard Tan Chun had gone to the East Courtyard today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuanyang also said someone had already informed Jia Mu of Third Master Cong’s situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tan Chun guessed Jia Mu feared the maids and old women’s gossip was exaggerated or biased—hence she summoned her for clarification.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as Tan Chun entered Rongqing Hall, Jia Mu demanded the truth—she always valued Tan Chun; her granddaughter was astute and composed, and trustworthy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tan Chun recounted faithfully what she’d heard in the storage room—these words were already known to many; impossible to conceal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Mu learned that Jia Cong, after the maid’s death, declared he would never write again in the East Courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In front of Old Master’s servants, he burned his brush, shaming his father before guests.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her face darkened slightly—though her son had driven the maid to death and she’d scolded him severely,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>in Jia Mu’s heart, the father’s authority over the son was natural law—even if the father erred, the son, for the sake of a maid, defied his father—that was unfilial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Jia Cong was already half-dead from the beating; now was no time to speak harshly before her granddaughter, lest she seem unkind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ultimately, her son was too reckless—otherwise none of this would have happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1379,"2026-06-20T12:19:54.434Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","f335417631c4937eccdf1d094f03d8a0116e9e2f217707e75d9bd6d75a5be927","my-life-as-a-rising-force-in-the-red-chamber-chapter-48","my-life-as-a-rising-force-in-the-red-chamber-chapter-46",920,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-life-as-a-rising-force-in-the-red-chamber-cover.jpg"]