"Grandmother, didn’t you say father is back? Where is he!"
Qi’er looked around the room blankly, searching for her father’s figure.
She knew of her father’s existence, but having not seen him for so long, her mory of him was a bit fuzzy.
"Little sister, father is outside getting punished!" Yang Cheng’an said.
"Ah!" Qi’er opened her mouth wide, looking outside.
Yang Mingzhao was looking at her pitifully, and she was dumbfounded, scratching her head, "Is that father? Seems like it!"
After speaking, she looked to the Zhu family for help.
The Zhu family showed an unpleasant smile.
It’s not true to say the Zhu family had no resentnt towards Yang Mingzhao; her husband hadn’t returned for years, leaving her alone.
If there was an unavoidable reason, that would be one thing, but the problem was that the Yang family had no reason for Yang Mingzhao to not return ho for years!
Even if he was traveling, there was no need for such an absence!
Yang Zhenshan held a tea bowl as he leisurely sipped.
Yang Mingzhao had to take this beating!
Not just because of the things Yang Mingzhao did outside without informing the family, but also to ease the Zhu family’s feelings.
Look at Cheng’an, not a speck of concern for his father.
Look at Qi’er, she forgot what her own father looks like.
Who can be blad for this? Only Yang Mingzhao himself.
If Yang Mingzhao could co back often to be with his children, would it be like this?
"Dad~~"
The Zhu family, after all, couldn’t bear to see her husband suffer and whispered a plea on seeing Yang Mingzhao’s miserable state.
Yang Zhenshan looked up toward the outside where Yang Mingzhao was.
"Enough!"
The sound of the beating imdiately stopped.
Yang Mingzhao, grimacing and gritting his teeth, lay on the bench, no longer crying out.
This beating truly hurt, but it wasn’t enough to make Yang Mingzhao cry out in agony.
No matter what, Yang Mingzhao now had the cultivation of the Postnatal Seventh Layer, and besides, he grew up drinking Spiritual Spring Water, making his physique exceptionally strong.
"Mr. Si, get up!"
With that, Wang Lei helped Yang Mingzhao up, and he could still hobble along.
He glared sharply at the people under the eaves, who all burst into laughter.
"Kid, co let your dad take a look!"
Entering the main hall, Yang Mingzhao imdiately beckoned to Yang Cheng’an.
Yang Cheng’an turned his head to look at Yang Zhenshan, putting on a face that showed he didn’t want to bother.
"Daughter, co, let dad give you a hug!"
Feeling a bit awkward, Yang Mingzhao turned to Qi’er.
Qi’er hesitated for a mont, first looking at her mother, then at her grandmother.
Yu Qingyi let go of her hand, and only then did Qi’er walk over to Yang Mingzhao, "Dad!"
Yang Mingzhao scooped up little Qi’er, "Ah, hahaha, I’ve missed you to death, my girl!"
He missed ho too, missed his children, but he couldn’t let go of the Taiping Army, nor could he let go of those suffering people.
Holding his daughter, Yang Mingzhao took a few steps forward and suddenly pulled Yang Cheng’an over, "You little rascal, daring to make faces at your dad!"
He roughly ruffled Yang Cheng’an’s hair, and though Yang Cheng’an looked annoyed, he didn’t pull away.
After a while of letting Yang Mingzhao bond with his kids, Yang Zhenshan rose and said, "Co with to the study!"
"Yes!" Yang Mingzhao replied imdiately.
He then winked at the Zhu family and reached out to squeeze her hand.
The Zhu family was slightly embarrassed and annoyed by him.
Outside, Yang Mingzhi regretfully said, "Oh, no more drama to watch, Dad, why didn’t you hit him a few more tis!"
Yang Zhenshan shot him a stern look.
This is a dear son; hitting him is like hitting myself.
Next ti I hit you, I’ll definitely add a few more whacks!
Yang Mingzhi shrank his neck, following behind Yang Zhenshan, and then exchanged a cheeky grin with Yang Mingzhao.
Yang Mingzhao also pulled a face and teased, "Second brother, the older you get, the less serious you beco!"
"Alright, alright, everyone disperse!"
Under the eaves, Yang Minghao said, stepping up quickly to follow.
"You kid, going off to join a rebellion—ha-ha, now our Marquis Jing’an’s position might not be so secure!"
"Third brother!" Yang Mingzhao almost cried.
Because just now, Yang Minghao probably kicked him on the rear.
His behind was still bleeding.
Yang Mingzhi laughed heartily, "I guess next, our dear nephew is going to have a big headache, suddenly becoming a traitor, hahaha~~"
Yang Minghao couldn’t help but laugh too, "This might cause an uproar, and Chengye isn’t the only one who’ll have a headache."
With that, the four of them entered the study.
Yang Zhenshan sat behind the desk while the three brothers stood casually.
"Tell , why did you decide to beco a bandit?" Yang Zhenshan asked calmly.
Yang Mingzhao paused for a mont, then said, "I just couldn’t stand it anymore!"
"Couldn’t stand it anymore!" Yang Zhenshan looked at him and nodded with so helplessness.
Couldn’t stand what?
Of course, it was the suffering of the people!
No one knows a child better than his father!
Yang Mingzhao’s character was sothing Yang Zhenshan was well aware of!
He wasn’t at all surprised by Yang Mingzhao’s rebellion. If it were Yang Mingcheng, Yang Mingzhi, or Yang Minghao doing such a thing, he’d be surprised, but with Yang Mingzhao, he wasn’t.
Yang Mingcheng wouldn’t think so far; he might feel compassion but would only help a few people at best.
Yang Mingzhi wouldn’t have such compassion at all; he might be disgusted by the local officials seeing the people’s suffering, but he’d never get involved.
As for Yang Minghao, he might think similarly to Yang Mingzhi.
Yang Mingzhi and Yang Minghao had long been accustod to killing on the battlefield, seeing all kinds of suffering. They wouldn’t have empathy for the poor but would only consider problems from a governance standpoint.
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