Chapter 422

"Do you know that stealing the Mountain God Token is a crime punishable by death?"

Wei Yuan said expressionlessly.

"No, no, I don't know!"

Du Guan trembled all over, his face turned deathly pale, devoid of any color. As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Wei Yuan's icy eyes, knowing that saying this would make it very hard to save his life. With a "Plop!" he knelt before Wei Yuan and wailed:

"Sir, I really don't know, I, I, I am bewitched, it's, it's, it's because that brat of my family tempted me, that's why I stole the Mountain God Token; please have mercy and spare my dog's life!"

"You mean your son is the mastermind, you're just an accomplice; even if it's a capital offense, you should execute your son, not you?"

Wei Yuan said jokingly.

As the saying goes: Even a fierce tiger does not eat its own offspring.

He never expected that at this critical moment, Du Guan would say such things; he actually wanted to see whether Du Guan really dared to let his son die in his place.

Du Guan opened his mouth to say something, but seeing Wei Yuan's expression, the words on his lips were swallowed back, and he weakly nodded.

He didn't know whether Wei Yuan's words were meant to tease him or if he truly intended to do so; if he really admitted it, he would likely lose all face and turn against his son, but thinking of the danger of death, although he had lived half his life, he felt he hadn't lived enough.

Otherwise, he might even dig up De Ben's coffin to steal the Mountain God Token, and even fight Du Wenxuan for it, not hesitating to use dark means; he didn't realize that becoming the Lion Ridge Mountain God would allow him to live not just another hundred years, but even several hundred years without problem.

What's more,

At this moment, burning pain all over his body constantly reminded him of how vicious Du Wenxuan, that beast, had been—he completely ignored that he was his father, and for the sake of fighting over a mere Mountain God Token, he employed every vicious trick; not to mention nearly cutting off his lineage, even his life was in danger.

For the sake of a mere Mountain God Token, Du Wenxuan, that beast, completely disregarded father‑son affection; since he was trying to save his own life, why should he care whether Du Wenxuan lives or dies?

If.

If Du Wenxuan really died in his place, that little beast would be repaying his years of upbringing; he would not let Du Wenxuan die in vain, and would hold a posthumous wedding for that beast.

"Du Guan, you beast, Wenxuan is your son—you let your son die in your place—are you still human?"

Zhang Guilian, fearful of Wei Yuan's status, stood beside Zhang Chengze like an ostrich, not daring to speak; hearing Du Guan's words, she could no longer suppress her anger, she leapt forward like a tiger descending the mountain, directly riding Du Guan, glaring at him, and spoke in a harsh tone.

"Madam, madam, hear me out!"

Du Guan looked ashen, seeing Zhang Guilian riding him; he wasn't unwilling to struggle, but he knew how formidable Zhang Guilian was.

He could only admit that she was no ordinary country woman—though her looks were unremarkable, she possessed immense strength, just like the rumored tigress.

He used to rely on De Ben's care and dared not show displeasure to Zhang Guilian, but after their family gradually prospered, he no longer needed to depend on De Ben, nor did he need to worry about Zhang Guilian; he prepared to put on a stern face to display his manly authority, yet before he could even sustain that air for a few seconds, Zhang Guilian gave him a fierce beating.

Let him know how formidable Zhang Guilian is.

From then on, he never dared provoke Zhang Guilian again.

Wei Yuan watched Zhang Guilian riding Du Guan, choking Du Guan's neck until his face flushed red, breathing difficult, almost strangled, yet he acted as if he hadn't seen, saying: "You thief who stole the Mountain God Token, I ask you—should I kill you, or kill your son?"

Du Guan suspected Wei Yuan was doing it on purpose, enjoying the spectacle and not caring how big the matter got; otherwise why would he say such things? This was completely pushing him toward death. He wanted to say, "Kill that brat Du Wenxuan, but spare me," yet under Zhang Guilian's terrifying glare, the words on his lips were swallowed, and he changed his tone:

"Big, big, sir, no matter what, I am speaking as a father and son, as the saying goes: an uneducated child is the father's fault."

Although it was that brat who lured me into stealing the Mountain God Token, I beg you, sir, to consider that the brat is still young and has not yet grown up.

I, I, I am willing to die in place of that brat!

As soon as he finished speaking, Du Guan could no longer hold back and burst into loud sobs.

It wasn't that he was reluctant to let Du Wenxuan die; rather, he himself had been frightened by the shadow of death.

He didn't know whether Wei Yuan would still kill him after saying that, but he knew that if he dared to say, 'Let Du Wenxuan die for me,' without a doubt the tigress riding him would make sure he went first.

"Good, you have guts; then I will grant your wish…"

Wei Yuan praised him in a sentence, Du Guan trembled all over, his face turned deathly pale, devoid of any color, fearing that Wei Yuan would summon two constables to behead him on the spot; he no longer dared to act tough, and hastily spoke:

"Chengze, Chengze, I know I was wrong, your second aunt's husband knows he was wrong—help me, help me beg the County Magistrate, just save your second aunt's husband!"

Do you really want your second aunt to be widowed so young, and do you really want your cousin Wenxuan, so young, to lose his father?

This novel you have arrived at

"Ha! Second aunt's husband? Du Guan, you still realize you are my second aunt's husband? Look at what you've done—prying open my father's coffin, stealing my father's Mountain God Token—is this something a second aunt's husband should do? This is something no human could do! You're worse than a beast!"

Zhang Chengze never expected that Du Guan, that beast, would dare to come to him for help; he could no longer suppress his anger and burst out cursing:

"Even if the County Magistrate doesn't chop off your dog's head, I'll still find a chance to kill you!"

"You little beast, don't get cocky—once I escape this calamity, watch how I deal with you!"

Du Guan cursed under his breath, knowing Zhang Chengze was no good; no matter how lowly he acted before that beast, the beast could not possibly save him, so he quickly gave Zhang Guilian, who was riding him, a glance and shouted softly:

"Guilian, do you really want to watch me die right before your eyes?"

Zhang Guilian stared, seeming not to know what to do, and could only look at Du Guan for guidance.

She hadn't forgotten how, when she had just pleaded with Wei Yuan, his icy demeanor still gave her a lingering fear when she recalled it.

"Guilian, you are the second aunt of that little beast; if you kneel and beg him, I don't believe he'd deny you even this much face!"

Du Guan whispered the suggestion.

Zhang Guilian immediately felt embarrassed.

Who has ever seen an elder kowtow to beg mercy from a junior?

Du Guan snapped: "Guilian, a day as husband and wife brings a hundred days of gratitude; to save me, you won't even do this little thing?"

(End of chapter)