Giving Birth But Not Raising, Why Are You Crying Now That I’ve Become an Immortal Emperor? - Chapter 12 - Chapter 12 – The Northern Marquis’ Furious Whip — Where’s My Grandson, Ye Chang!

Great Qi Empire, Northern Marquis Manor.

“This is the situation. At the time, I only helped deliver the baby. I truly didn’t know anything else. They gave me a lot of silver and told me to never speak of this.”

“As for what happened afterward, I don’t know any more.”

In the main hall, a middle-aged woman dressed simply was trembling as she recounted the past. From time to time, she wiped the cold sweat from her temples, her nervousness and unease clearly evident.

Bang!

Before she could finish her words, Ye Zhenguo, who was sitting in the main seat, could no longer suppress the rage in his heart. He slammed his palm down, shattering the nearby table into pieces.

“Unfilial child! Wicked creature!”

The veins on Ye Zhenguo’s forehead bulged as he threw his head back and roared, his voice booming like thunder.

The midwife, a mere ordinary mortal, had never witnessed such an outburst. Her eyes rolled back, and she fainted, collapsing to the ground.

The roar echoed far and wide, and it sent a chill through the servants in the household. They trembled, their faces turning pale, and the entire estate fell into a deathly silence in an instant.

“To prevent others from finding out, you dared to send my grandson to be fostered elsewhere?!”

Ye Zhenguo’s tiger-like eyes were filled with towering fury as he glared fiercely at the unconscious woman, his gaze murderous, as if he could devour her whole.

“Go! Get that unfilial son Ye Chang over here immediately!”

He furrowed his brows and waved his hand, barking the command.

Hearing the order, the subordinates nearby quickly bowed and hurriedly left the hall, their steps almost frantic as they fled.

When the old general was angry, it was truly terrifying.

“You! Why are you standing there like a block of wood? Get this woman out of here!”

Ye Zhenguo barked again, and the other servants in the hall quickly flinched, hurriedly carrying the fainted midwife out of the main hall.

Moments later, Ye Chang arrived in a hurry, accompanied by the messenger.

“Father, you called for me?”

As soon as Ye Chang entered, he immediately sensed that the atmosphere in the hall was off. He looked at his father, whose face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, his bushy beard trembling slightly with fury. Ye Chang’s heart sank, realizing that things weren’t going well.

Ye Zhenguo coldly fixed his gaze on his son, his voice ominously low as he asked, “Eight years ago, did you secretly meet with the Yaochi Saintess and go to a village at the foot of Yunlian Mountain, where you entrusted an infant to a farmer? Is that true?”

Upon hearing this, Ye Chang froze, his face tense.

After all these years, this matter hadn’t been kept a secret.

He sighed inwardly, realizing that no matter how much one tries to hide things, the truth always comes out.

“Yes, it is true.”

Seeing that his father had even found the village, Ye Chang knew that any further lies would be futile. With a determined heart, he admitted the truth straightforwardly.

Upon hearing his confirmation, Ye Zhenguo’s eyes twitched, his anger barely contained. He pressed on, voice hoarse with fury, “Where is the child now? Where is my grandson?!”

Ye Chang’s face darkened, his hand trembling slightly within his sleeve as he replied, “The child is missing.”

With those words, Ye Zhenguo’s rage exploded. He stood up abruptly, his face contorted with fury. “Lost?!!”

“You ungrateful beast!!”

With a vicious yell, he kicked Ye Chang to the ground.

“Get up!”

“How did you lose the child? Explain yourself!”

Ye Chang struggled to get up, his heart heavy with bitterness. He stood respectfully and began to tell his father the full story, sparing no details.

“The basic situation is this. The jade pendant that Yao’er left for the child hasn’t been broken, and no strange occurrences have happened over the years. The child should still be alive.”

“Should be?!”

Ye Zhenguo’s voice became piercingly sharp as he glared at Ye Chang, his murderous intent almost palpable.

“Someone, take this unfilial son and hang him up on the tree at the front of the estate! Whip him three hundred times!”

Ye Zhenguo roared toward the door.

Ye Chang went numb.

Being whipped at the entrance of the estate—this was too humiliating.

Soon, Ye Chang, his face full of distress, was hoisted up at the front of the estate. Ye Zhenguo personally wielded the long whip, which cracked through the air as he lashed at his son’s exposed back, his face dark with anger.

At that moment, the estate’s front was surrounded by townspeople, who had gathered from afar to witness the rare scene. Whispers and speculations filled the air.

“What’s going on? The Northern Marquis is personally whipping his own son? He’s really angry this time?”

“I don’t know. I’ve heard that Ye Chang usually does things well and is reliable. I wonder what he did to make the Marquis so furious.”

“Tsk tsk, he’s being whipped so hard. Look at all that blood, this is really too tragic.”

…

After three hundred lashes, Ye Chang’s bare back was a mass of bloody wounds. Blood streamed down, pooling on the ground in a shocking display.

Ye Zhenguo had been merciless, and the injury was so severe that Ye Chang would likely need to rest in bed for at least a month to recover.

He tossed the whip aside without a second glance at his son’s injuries. With a dark face, he turned and entered the estate.

Once alone in his study, Ye Zhenguo stood in place for a while. After a long moment, he sighed deeply.

“Grandson, where are you now?”

However, Ye Zhenguo’s family had produced a Human King in ancient times—an unmatched powerhouse above even immortals. As a result, the direct descendants of the Ye family carried a special bloodline—the Human King’s blood.

This was an extremely rare constitution unique to humanity.

In the future, perhaps through age and the characteristics of this bloodline, he might be able to locate his grandson.

Thinking of this, Ye Zhenguo’s heart calmed slightly, though he still harbored resentment over Ye Chang’s reckless actions.

“That good-for-nothing! What a disgrace to the family!”

“To think he lost my own grandson! The scoundrel! I’m furious!”

If Ye Chang hadn’t already been badly hurt, Ye Zhenguo would’ve dragged him back for another round of punishment.

…

Time flew by.

In the Great Chu Palace.

Ye Lingyun had been practicing swordsmanship with Xue Yi, and he was enjoying himself greatly during this time.

One day, while they were resting in the training hall, Xue Yi brought up the matter.

“I heard something interesting happened in Qi Province recently.”

“The Northern Marquis hung his son up on a tree outside the estate and personally whipped him. It was really a disgrace. Yet, Ye Chang, that son of his, endured it without saying a word.”

“Now the news is spreading, and everyone is gossiping, wondering what the reason was.”

Hearing this, Ye Lingyun merely smiled in agreement and said nothing, but in his heart, he was quietly speculating.

It seemed that Ye Chang had secretly fostered him without his father’s knowledge, and now the truth had come to light. That’s why the old Marquis was so furious and punished him.

It truly served him right.

When he returned to Qi Province in the future, he’d also have to settle this score!

At night, Ye Lingyun was once again held by the Empress while sleeping.

After all these years, it had become a habit.

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