Chapter 6: Thought Third Uncle was easy to bully!

He didn't even bother to judge whether what Jia Jing said was true; he only wanted to harshly punish this bastard who dared to talk back, to uphold his authority as head of the household.

Jia Lian, standing nearby, being called out, also felt a flicker of unease in his eyes.

He naturally knew these matters, and had always thought doing so wasn't exactly capable.

But he also knew that behind Wang Shanbao's family stood Mrs. Xing and Jia She.

He had indeed said these things to Jia She before, only to receive a beating; afterwards he kept his mouth shut.

After all, father is the son's guide.

Even if you, as a son, are in the right, you could never outtalk your father!

Feng Jie curled her lips in a cold smile, thinking Jia Jing's temperament had become stubborn, yet he was a blockhead, unaware of flexibility.

This reasoning is sound, but Jia Jing has offended Mrs. Xing and Jia She—can he still get away with it?

Arguing reason with the one who holds judicial power—what else is that but stupidity?

Meanwhile, San Chun and Daiyu behind the screen were closely watching the commotion in the front hall.

Yingchun's fair, beautiful face showed a hint of worry; her voice trembled slightly as she murmured:

"How can this be good? Third Brother Jing talks back to his father—he will surely be beaten and scolded—how will this end?"

Jia Yingchun didn't pay much attention to Jia Jing's impassioned speech,

but kept watching Jia She's face—seeing his old countenance flush red, then pale, then dark, almost as black as a pot bottom—

she instantly sensed that something grave was amiss.

How could she not know Jia She's temper? Even Jia Lian, in Jia She's presence, is merely obedient, daring not to utter another word, fearing thunderous wrath!

She and Jia Jing, these bastard son and daughter, have absolutely no qualification to defy Jia She!

You try to reason with the master—do you think you can? You simply have no standing!

If Jia She wanted to beat Jia Jing to death, he certainly has the power to do so.

"I actually think Third Brother is right—the deceitful, vicious servants in this mansion ought to be disciplined; not to mention Second Sister's wet nurse, who often has unclean hands and steals Second Sister's gold and silver ornaments."

"Just like Granny Li in Second Brother's courtyard—she also doesn't treat herself as a servant!"

"They all rely on their age and seniority, on the old matriarch's kindness in the mansion, yet they show no semblance of servants—each one acts more arrogantly than the masters!"

Jia Tan Chun felt indignant, evidently recalling the other matrons and servants in the mansion from Jia Jing's words.

Lin Daiyu's dark, lively eyes blinked, half-smiling: "Yo! Yo! I've long heard Third Sister has lofty ambitions; now I see she's not inferior to any man in the slightest!"

Tan Chun wasn't the least bit embarrassed by the teasing, laughing: "Well, I can't match Sister Lin's silver tongue—I suppose I'm also among the most formidable under heaven! Just don't know which brother-in-law will be able to subdue her!"

At those words, Lin Daiyu's cheeks flushed slightly, anger turning to shame; she lifted her skirt and lunged to grab Tan Chun's mouth.

In the hall,

At this moment Jia She, having caught his breath, looked at the composed Jia Jing below and shouted angrily: "You damned beast! I say one thing, you say ten!"

"You keep babbling about ancestral estate—you, a bastard, what does the ancestral estate have to do with you? Do you even have the right to speak?"

"You're truly a rebellious wretch! Talking back to elders like this—if we don't teach you a lesson, you won't know how high the heavens and how deep the earth are!"

"Come! Drag this wretch out and beat him mercilessly—beat him to death, no matter!"

Jia She directly resorted to violence without reason—after all, that's his forte!

"When have I ever needed to reason with my son? First give him a beating to vent, then we'll talk."

As for Jia Jing's accusation that Wang Shanbao's family committed crimes, he dismissed it entirely; many things he even knew about and tacitly allowed.

In Shenjing City, which noble family doesn't operate this way? Killing a few weeds—what's that?

Hearing Jia She's furious roar, Lai Da, who had been waiting outside Rong Qing Tang, was the first to step inside.

He, too, resented Jia Jing exposing their servants' shortcomings; after all, the Lai family is no better off than the Wang Shanbao household.

The Lai family's luxurious mansion and piles of gold and silver—whose hands aren't stained with a bit of blood?

Could one amass several hundred thousand in wealth just by being a servant? Could they even buy an official post for their son?

Jia Jing's cursing of the Wang Shanbao household—isn't that also aimed at him?

This time we must give this clueless bastard a proper lesson, lest later another blind young master provoke us old-timers who have lived in the Jia mansion for generations.

Lai Da approached Jia Jing with a grim expression, gave a cold smile, and said: "Third Uncle, please!"

Jia Jing didn't even glance at Lai Da, only spitting out two words: "Get lost!"

Lai Da's expression grew even colder: "Third Uncle! The master said he'd beat you with the board—don't make things hard for us servants! Now apologize to the master and you'll suffer less; otherwise, heh…"

Jia Jing truly had no interest in wrangling with these servants; if he can't strike Jia She, he can't strike you Lai Da either?

"What a damned mongrel! Dare to put on airs in front of me!"

"Bang!"

"Thud……"

Jia Jing kicked Lai Da straight out three meters; Lai Da crashed heavily, blood trickling from his mouth, unable to stand.

"What damned servant! Not a good thing at all! Each one ignorant of rank, speaking insolently, all think Third Uncle is easy to bully?"

"Do you really think our Jia family can't draw a sword? We reason nicely, you won't listen, insisting on spilling blood on the spot to feel satisfied?"

Jia Jing inherited all of Zhao Yun's martial legacy; his battlefield killing experience is countless, naturally bearing a warrior's fierce aura.

As it emanates, everyone in the hall feels as if plunged into an ice cellar, their hearts seemingly clutched tightly.

Especially Jia She, the focus of Jia Jing's stare, plops onto the ground, still shouting hoarsely:

"Rebellious! Truly rebellious! Come, someone! Hurry, someone! Go report to the officials……"

Jia Jing merely looked at him silently, his eyes radiating contempt.

Although he cannot directly confront Jia She,

yet these servants—each one—he dares to kill them all.

Without these servants, Jia She is nothing but a toothless tiger.

Jia She and the others, unless they go to the authorities or the clan office to accuse him of rebellion and unfiliality—fish die, net broken—otherwise there is not much they can do to deal with him who possesses martial strength.

But if the matter reaches the authorities, the scene would be too much; Jia Jing would naturally be unlucky, but the Rong Guo Mansion would also become the laughingstock of Shenjing.

By then, if the matter blows up and it is discovered that it was because Jia Jing beat to death a slave whose life is as cheap as grass and these sordid deeds of the Jia Mansion regarding lives, that would be even more a loss not worth the gain.

You should know that the Jia Mansion is currently in decline, and there are indeed political opponents of the Jia Mansion in the court.

Some things, if no one reports them, might just be overlooked.

If it really stirs up a storm throughout the city, that is basically seeking one's own death.

Therefore, Jia Jing believes that Jia Mu, the matriarch of the Jia Mansion, will not let this matter blow up.

As the daughter of the Bo Ling Marquis and the wife of the Rong Guo Duke, Jia Mu has seen the world.

Although she is old, she is high-spirited and pays no heed to trivial matters.

But she absolutely does not want the Jia Mansion to suffer a major disturbance.