allonlinenovel Chapter 202 Targeting Faces
Chapter 202 Targeting Faces
Zhao Jue looked at the person who suddenly appeared in front of him and grabbed his collar. The person had thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a fierce look on his face.
He was not short, but the person in front of him was two inches taller than him.
Zhao Jue vaguely guessed the identity of the person in front of him. Today, the Princess of Zhenbei and her sons came to the Duke's Mansion together.
The person who deliberately came to cause trouble must be one of Shen Qingtan's brothers.
He came specifically to avenge Shen Qingtan.
"My lord, I didn't mean it..."
"So that was intentional." Shen Lue's veins bulged as he threw a punch at Zhao Jue's face: "I'll show you what a punch as big as a sandbag is all about."
His punches were swift, as fast as lightning.
Zhao Jue only had time to turn his head to dodge before the fist, carrying a strong wind, slammed heavily onto his cheekbone, sending a sharp pain through him.
He felt as if his bones had cracked and his brain had been concussed.
Before he could react, he was punched in the eye socket again, his eyeballs feeling like they were about to explode.
Shen Lue showed no mercy. The thought of this scumbag deceiving his sister made him want to twist the dog's head off.
Thinking of this, Shen Lue's anger surged, and each punch became more ferocious than the last.
Zhao Jue groaned in pain, instinctively wanting to retaliate, but at the moment of striking, he clenched his fists and did not resist.
If he retaliates, it will likely result in serious injury before the matter is resolved.
The young men of the Prince of Zhenbei's mansion were strong, brave, and very courageous.
The eldest brother is courageous, resourceful, calm, and composed.
The second son always carries a sword; he seems unreliable and likes to play dirty tricks.
The third brother is good at martial arts, but he is impulsive, easily angered, and lacks strategy.
Zhao Jue had already guessed that the person in front of him was the third son of the Prince of Zhenbei.
He took a few punches, which allowed Shen to vent his anger.
If my grandfather intervenes, the Prince's Mansion will not pursue any further repercussions against him.
If he were to make a move and injure Shen Lue, who knows how this barbarian would frame him.
Shen Lue swept his leg across the ground, and Zhao Jue felt a sharp pain in his knee, causing him to kneel on the ground.
Zhao Jue's mind went blank, a wave of humiliation washing over him. His fists clenched so tightly they cracked, and he suddenly stood up and threw a punch at Shen Lue.
Shen Lue sidestepped and grabbed Zhao Jue's arm with his five fingers.
Zhao Jue's face was gloomy. Shen Lue's arm strength was astonishing, gripping his arm tightly like a vise, and he couldn't break free at all.
"No way, the dignified General Wude, is this all the skill you have?" Shen Lue sneered, speaking bluntly but with a hint of malice: "No wonder the Duke supports your second son's son instead of promoting you, his legitimate grandson."
These words struck a nerve with Zhao Jue, and his grandfather dismissed him from his post, replacing him with his elder half-brother.
"I'll show you a way out. Now that the Marquis of Chengen's mansion has fallen, you can sell your wife for personal gain," Shen Lue mocked. "Then marry a woman from a high-ranking family and have your in-laws promote you."
Zhao Jue had never suffered such humiliation. When he met Shen Lue's contemptuous and disdainful gaze, his suppressed anger was about to explode when he saw Shen Lue approaching.
"Stay away from my sister. If you dare to haunt her again, I'll make you regret ever being born."
Shen Lue looked at Zhao Jue, whose face was bruised and swollen from his beating, and felt a sense of satisfaction: "Let's end our sparring here for today."
He shook off Zhao Jue's arm and strode towards the front hall.
Upon hearing the words "sparring," Zhao Jue's expression twisted, pulling at the wound on his face and causing him to gasp in pain.
If he were to bring up the matter of Shen Lue hitting him again to the Duke, the Duke would not only refuse to stand up for him, but would also make him appear incompetent.
Zhao Jue made a mental note of Shen Lue, exuding a gloomy aura, and walked towards Qingyun Garden.
On the way, he encountered the second wife, whose face had turned pale.
"Jue'er!" The second madam rushed to Zhao Jue and saw that he had been beaten black and blue. She was both anxious and distressed: "Who did this?"
Zhao Jue pursed his lips: "The youngest son of the Prince of Zhenbei."
The second wife's expression changed, and she gritted her teeth, saying, "This barbarian, when he hits someone, why does he always hit their face?"
She was both angry and resentful: "How are you going to face anyone now?"
Zhao Jue's face grew increasingly gloomy, and he left without saying a word.
The second wife watched Zhao Jue's departing figure, her eyes hardening.
The people from the Prince of Zhenbei's mansion are far too arrogant.
They even dared to beat someone up on the Duke's territory.
She finally realized that her family had become enemies with the Prince of Zhenbei's mansion.
The second wife decided not to sit idly by and wait for her fate. She turned her attention back to her parents' home.
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Shen Lue retraced his steps, wandering around and around until he reached a fork in the road.
He looked around and saw pavilions, towers, rockeries, and ponds all around, but no servants in sight.
Shen Lue scratched the back of his head, pondering which path to take.
In that case——
Shen Lue picked up a stone and threw it forcefully towards the fork in the road.
Leave the difficult choice to God.
The pebble fell in an arc and hit Zhao Yi on the head with a "thud," rolling to the ground.
Shen Lue's eyes widened.
Zhao Yi, who had just emerged from the moon gate, stopped and looked at Shen Lue with his dark eyes.
Shen Lue: "..."
Zhao Yi: "..."
"Brother, are you alright?" Shen Lue glanced guiltily at Zhao Yi's head and scratched his face. "I was skipping stones on the water, but I used too much force and the stone flew out."
Zhao Yi glanced at the pebbles at her feet, then at the pond a few feet away, and finally looked up at Shen Lue, shaking her head: "I'm fine."
Before Shen Lue went to the capital, he heard that the sons of aristocratic families were very arrogant and unforgiving.
His comrades advised him to temper his temper in the capital and not to provoke the sons of powerful families, as their words as military officers could not match those of scholars.
If they get really angry and throw a punch, the other person might be too weak to withstand it, and that would cause trouble.
Seeing that Zhao Yi was hit on the head by him, and that he was not angry or held him accountable, he realized that there were reasonable people among the scions of noble families.
"Brother, this is my first time at the Duke's mansion." Shen Lue was easygoing; seeing that Zhao Yi didn't mind, he put the matter behind him and asked, "Which way is the front hall?"
Zhao Yi paused for a moment, then realized that Shen Lue's earlier actions were a literal test of the waters.
The question has hit him where it hurts.
“Go to the end of this road and turn right,” Zhao Yi pointed behind Shen Lue.
"Thanks, brother. You're a really nice guy." Shen Lue introduced himself: "My surname is Shen, and my given name is Lue, the Lue of great talent and ambition. I'm the third child in my family, so you can call me Shen San. If you ever need anything in the future, feel free to come to me for help."
Before Zhao Yi could speak, Shen Lue hurriedly left, eager to see his sister.
Near the front hall, Shen Lue took out the wooden box hidden behind the water vat and wiped the water droplets off it with his sleeve.
"Third brother." Shen Du stood behind Shen Lue, looking at his dirty sleeves, his brows furrowed. "Mother is looking for you. Where have you been?"
Shen Lue jumped back in fright and hid the box in his sleeve: "Brother, I heard that the Third Master in the manor is highly skilled in martial arts. I was itching to have a match with him, so I went to spar with him."
Shen Du asked, "Who won?"
"Needless to say?" Shen raised his eyebrows smugly: "I've made his skin thicker."
“Well done,” Shen Du added. “We cannot tarnish the prestige of the Prince of Zhenbei’s Mansion.”