Chapter 150: Take Away

"Your pretty older brother?" Wei Ziyuan's eyes narrowed slightly, a dangerous aura slipping softly from his lips.

He hadn't expected that when the young man turned serious, he would look even more handsome than when he was smiling faintly.

Yun Yi wore a look of proud defiance, his long spear resting right against the youth's neck as he lifted his small chin slightly. "That's right, the pretty older brother belongs to me, Yun Yi, and no one is allowed to slander him!"

Chu Junhan pressed a hand to her forehead. She knew Yun Yi meant well, but this stubborn little fellow... little did he know he was only adding fuel to the fire. If she really did have a penchant for cutting the sleeve...

At the thought, Chu Junhan shivered in goosebumps. She patted the young boy's shoulder, intending to pull him behind her. "Feiyang, step back. Such recklessness of yours will end up hurting the innocent."

Yun Yi pouted and was about to retreat, but when he met the narrowed gaze of the youth, a palpable sense of danger washed over him. Stubbornly raising his head once more, he stood on his tiptoes and declared, "I won't step back! He slandered you like that, and I'm going to kill him."

"Protect?" Wei Ziyuan raised an eyebrow, the corners of his mouth curving upward. He took a slight step forward, pressing his fair neck against the sharp weapon until a trace of bright red blood seeped out. "I am right here, Young Master. Do you dare to kill me?"

The blood dripped down the shaft of the weapon, yet the youth remained arrogant and untamed, acting precisely like a madman who cared nothing for death.

Upon seeing this, Uncle Wei rushed forward with a heart full of anguish, his wrinkled hands gripping the spear shaft. His cloudy eyes welled with tears as he pleaded in agitation, "Dear young general, faults and errors are entirely this old man's doing. It was my failure to keep a proper eye on the Ninth Young Master while outside the estate. If you must kill someone, kill me instead!"

Yun Yi shifted the long spear, wanting to retract the weapon.

Though he had grown up in military camps, was accustomed to the sight of the dead, and had a cold, battle-hardened temperament... he simply couldn't bring himself to harm a septuagenarian!

"You... let go of my wolf-headed spear, or I really will kill you! And... and as for you, my general is an upright gentleman, unlike someone with your fondness for the path of Longyang..." With the old man meddling, Yun Yi's grip on the long spear grew somewhat unsteady.

Chu Junhan furrowed her brow slightly. Standing behind the young boy, she squeezed his shoulder and pulled him back behind her.

She was afraid the boy's hands would shake and genuinely cost someone their life.

"Wei Ziyuan! This general now adds one more charge against you: showing disrespect to a superior. Do you confess to this crime?" The young general flicked her crimson robe, a majestic military might pressing down upon the youth opposite her.

Sensing Chu Junhan's protectiveness, Wei Ziyuan gave his sleeve an aggrieved flick. Tilting his head back to gaze at the sky, he let out a slightly helpless, soft sigh. "I confess! How could I possibly dare refuse a crime decreed by the General~?"

With a cold snort, Chu Junhan motioned to the soldiers standing outside. "Take him away!"

"Yes!"

"Ninth Young Master..." Uncle Wei blocked the soldiers' path, spreading his arms wide to shield the youth tightly behind him. "The Ninth Young Master was watched over by this old man as he grew up, and this is entirely my fault. If you are going to arrest someone, arrest me! Let the Ninth Young Master go!"

"Uncle Wei, I'll be fine. Don't worry!" Wei Ziyuan patted the old man's lean shoulder, stepped past him, and proactively walked up to the soldiers with a wicked, bewitching smile. "I'll have to trouble you, big brothers in the army. Do be gentle, though—I'm afraid of pain."

"Stop the chatter!" The soldiers wore expressions of utter disgust. They had heard every word the youth uttered earlier; just dwelling on the two words "male concubine" was enough to disgust them as red-blooded soldiers.