Su Yuexian’s fingers clenched tightly into fists within her sleeves as she slowly bowed, "Yes."
Then Jiang Zhongxing said, "From now on, address Youzhi as the young master and Jiang Han as the second young master."
The servants below all responded in unison, "Yes."
Jiang Zhongxing continued, "Tomorrow, I will take Youzhi to the palace to see the emperor and request the title of princely heir for him."
As soon as these words were spoken, the servants couldn’t help but whisper among themselves.
"Didn’t soone say they wanted to request the title for Young Master Han before?"
"That’s the second young master, don’t make a mistake."
"You’re all being foolish, the duke made it clear, the young master is the legitimate heir."
"With a legitimate heir, how can the title fall to an illegitimate child?"
"Yes, an illegitimate child is only granted the title in the absence of a legitimate heir."
Su Yuexian, although trying her best to control herself, was still sowhat unable to stand steadily.
She thought she still had a chance to act against Lady Wu, but didn’t expect the duke to act so swiftly this ti.
Not even giving her a mont to react.
Jiang Han was even more stunned.
Wasn’t the princely heir supposed to be his?
How could it be given to soone else?
To so unknown bastard!
He looked at Jiang Zhongxing with a twisted expression, "No, it can’t be!"
"I’m the princely heir!"
He pointed at Jiang Youzhi, "You say he’s your son just because you claim so? What proof do you have!"
"Who knows where this bastard ca from!"
Lady Wu’s face darkened, Jiang Zhongxing looked at Jiang Han, his eyes cold.
He said in a chilling voice, "Housekeeper Lin, bring the board, slap his mouth."
Jiang Zhongxing had never liked this son, because his existence led to his separation from his wife.
And because of his aversion, he rarely disciplined him.
And as Jiang Han grew up, whether due to being overindulged by his mother and the entire household, he beca neither scholarly nor skilled in martial arts, capable only of drinking and fighting for won in brothels, nothing else.
Jiang Zhongxing grew increasingly displeased with him.
Today, Jiang Han twice called Jiang Youzhi a bastard.
If Jiang Zhongxing didn’t punish him severely, the house would likely resonate with such sentints.
He wouldn’t allow Jiang Youzhi’s identity to be questioned, he had to make an example.
Even if that chicken was his own son, he couldn’t afford to care about it.
Housekeeper Lin didn’t expect Jiang Zhongxing to be so ruthless.
The legitimate heir had just returned and was already set to make an example of the illegitimate one.
However, it wasn’t his concern; he was directly appointed by the duke, loyal only to him, obeying only his orders.
Housekeeper Lin waved his hand, and several servants kneeling on the ground rose to fetch the board.
Su Yuexian quickly knelt down in plea, "I beg the duke for rcy."
"Han Er is still young and ignorant, he won’t dare again in the future."
As she spoke, Su Yuexian desperately tugged at Jiang Han’s clothes, signaling him to kneel as well.
Jiang Han, only eighteen, was impulsive and rebellious at this age, normally spoiled and reckless, but hearing Jiang Zhongxing say to slap his mouth, he wasn’t afraid, instead extrely angry, feeling his father no longer cared for him now that he had a new son.
At this mont, he saw Jiang Youzhi’s chin lifted, filled with disdain in his eyes, corners of his lips mocking, as if provoking him.
Jiang Han was completely enraged, pointing at Jiang Youzhi, "He has always been a bastard, why fear being spoken of."
"Even if I don’t say anything, in the future, it will be unavoidable in the Capital City, I don’t believe you can stop people from talking!"
"Bastard, a bastard, just a bastard!"
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