Once Miss Jun ran out, the tense atmosphere in the room dispelled.
"Young Lady ran to the study," reported Concubine Yuan after looking out the window. She was somewhat concerned. "I’ll check and see if she’s going to do something like kill herself."
"Just let her die," Fang Chengyu said with a cold smile.
Lady Fang slapped her son, hard.
"I told you to shut your mouth," she said. "You still don’t know your mistake."
"Mistake? I made a mistake?" countered Fang Chengyu. "Weren’t you the ones who always wanted me to carry on the ancestral line? Now that I can do it, what have I done wrong?"
Fang Chengyu had always been a gentle and obedient child. This was the first time that Concubine Yuan had seen him feigning ignorance so.
But yes, that brought up a good point—he was a child.
A child, tormented by illness for years on end, unable to do things others could do. If he suddenly found that he could do what men could, no wonder he went insane.
