Facing Fang's Father's fury, Fang Zhiyi stiffened his neck, wearing an expression that said, "Kill me if you have the guts."
"Am I not doing this for my younger brother's own good? My brother and she are deeply in love, childhood sweethearts, ready to lay down their lives for each other, mutually wounded... Forgive me, little bro, my education level isn't that great." Fang Zhiyi looked at the still-confused Fang Congyun. "As his elder brother, I naturally have to speak up for him!"
"Good for you. I never expected, never imagined, that you would pull off something like this!" The battle aura on Fang's Father leaked out, erupting with a tremendous sense of oppression.
But Fang Zhiyi still stood there calmly: "Little bro, just tell me, did I help you this time or not?"
Fang Congyun nodded: "Thank you, big brother."
"Mother, tell me, did I do something wrong? For the sake of my brother's happiness, shouldn't I have done this?"
Mother Fang's face looked awful. Their Fang family had truly suffered a loss today, trading a piece of uncut jade for a shattered one.
And the stone they wanted to throw out the most was still standing in the house, spouting nonsense.
"Shut up! You better..."
But Fang Zhiyi took the initiative to step forward. "Come, come, come, kill me. I'm just a piece of trash anyway. If you kill me, you'll be relieved. When the time comes, people will only say that the head of the Fang family killed his own trash son, and the reason was actually because his son yielded his marriage to his younger brother. How much of a talking point is that? If written into a storybook, people could talk about it for three days and three nights."
Fang's Father was furious to the extreme in his heart, but Fang Zhiyi's words forced him to hold it back.
Without any surprises, this matter would soon spread to other noble families, and perhaps even into the imperial palace. If he beat Fang Zhiyi to death, he might be heavily criticized when the time came.
The more he looked at the utterly shameless Fang Zhiyi, the angrier he got, so he could only wave his hand and chase Fang Zhiyi out of the room.
Immediately after, Fang Zhiyi heard Fang's Father cursing loudly at Fang Congyun. Even Mother Fang, who tried to mediate, was scolded a few times.
Fang Congyun's mind was full of question marks. When did his eldest brother become so rebellious? It shouldn't be; his eldest brother was obviously the most obedient.
Could it be that he really did it for him?
It wasn't entirely impossible... Did this idiot not know he had ruined a major event?
Thinking of Jian Xiaoyu's self-destruction today, Fang Congyun suddenly felt that this woman was not so lovely anymore.
For a fighter, love was secondary; strength and resources were the top priorities.
Sure enough, things went just as Fang Zhiyi had expected. This matter really spread from the mouths of gossiping servants. The Jian family didn't even stop it; they were terrified the Fang family would go back on their word and were eager for the matter to reach the Emperor's ears.
The facts were as they expected. The strength of the Fang family was enough to draw the Emperor's attention, and this matter naturally couldn't be hidden from his eyes and ears.
"Interesting. This trash son of the Fang family is quite candid." The Emperor couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Summon the Fang family and the Jian family to the palace. I want to personally ask them about their children's marriage. Oh, and have the Fang family bring that Fang Zhiyi along too. I want to meet this fellow."
Receiving the summons from the palace, Fang's Father took his two sons into the palace with a dark face.
Unlike his displeased face, the Jian family was beaming with joy. Jian Xiaoyu even winked at Fang Congyun from afar, though this little gesture felt a bit sickening to Fang Congyun now.
"I heard that the marriage arranged between your two families suddenly had a change of groom?" The Emperor's tone carried a hint of teasing.
"Y-yes," Fang's Father replied.
"Come, tell me, what reason made you dare to go against the dying wishes of your family's elders?"
"This..." Fang's Father's face became even uglier.
"Me, me, me, me, I'll tell it." Fang Zhiyi immediately stepped forward.
"Rebellious son! How bold!" Fang's Father was shocked. How come he never noticed this kid had such guts before? One must know the person in front of them was a ninth-rank Battle Ancestor expert! The Emperor of Great Xia!
"Old Fang, shut your mouth. I will listen to him." The Emperor looked Fang Zhiyi up and down. Not to mention, this kid looked undisciplined, but his courage and bearing were extraordinary. It was just a pity he was a piece of trash with no foundation.
Fang Zhiyi began his narration. He told a melodramatic romance so movingly that he forcibly turned the secret affair between Jian Xiaoyu and Fang Congyun into a tale of legendary lovers forced to suppress their feelings due to family pressure.
Fang Congyun was completely baffled, while Jian Xiaoyu's eyes were full of admiration. She had even made up her mind that in the future, whoever crossed Fang Zhiyi, she would whip them.
The Emperor immediately made the final decision: "Good! Since that is the case, I have decided to personally bestow a marriage upon the two of you! Are you two willing?"
Fang's Father's face darkened completely. He originally wanted to delay, but he didn't expect the Emperor to directly bestow the marriage! This...
Jian Xiaoyu immediately bowed: "Xiaoyu is willing!"
The Emperor looked at Fang Congyun with deep eyes: "What, are you still afraid of family rules? Are family rules greater than my rules?" A faint battle aura began to permeate the air.
Fang Congyun immediately knelt down: "Congyun is also willing!"
Little Hei finally understood: "Damn, this is a beautiful move. The Emperor bestowing the marriage means this matter will be spread by all the people in the world. I thought you were just being kind-hearted and letting them finally be together."
Fang Zhiyi narrowed his eyes and smiled.
"This way, Fang Congyun's path is completely blocked. For his entire life, he can only be a family head, unless he casts aside his dignity."
"That's really hard to say." Fang Zhiyi suddenly clapped his hands, and several people turned to look at him.
"Your Majesty is indeed wise and martial, possessing both virtue and talent, and perceptive of the finest details!"
This bout of flattery made the Emperor bloom with joy. This kid was quite interesting.
"Rebellious son, do not speak nonsense!" Fang's Father scolded in a low voice. He was now regretting that he hadn't strangled Fang Zhiyi to death when he was born.
"What nonsense? Father, are you saying that my praising His Majesty as wise and martial is nonsense, or that him being perceptive is nonsense?" Fang Zhiyi's words were shocking, and the originally relaxed atmosphere instantly changed. "Oh, are you dissatisfied with His Majesty's bestowed marriage?"
The Emperor looked coldly at Fang's Father. He could actually sense it too; Fang Congyun's old man was completely unwilling for his son to marry Jian Xiaoyu.
He didn't want to think about the convoluted twists and turns of the noble families. As the Emperor, he just wanted to do what he wanted to do.
"You, you're talking nonsense!" Feeling the oppressive force from in front of him, Fang's Father buried his head very low. "This subject thanks Your Majesty for the bestowed marriage!"
"Then why do you usually say that His Majesty is petty, greedy for pleasure, and cannot distinguish right from wrong? I think His Majesty is quite fine," Fang Zhiyi muttered casually.
As soon as these words came out, even the Jian family was shocked.
Is this Fang Zhiyi a fool? How does he dare to blurt out just anything!
"Rebellious son! I, when have I ever said such things!" Fang's Father reacted extremely fast. In order to shut Fang Zhiyi's mouth, he even threw a strike, and this strike carried a full ten parts of his battle aura.
But just as Fang Zhiyi was about to be slapped to death, a figure flashed from the side, and this battle aura was dissolved. That was the Emperor's imperial guard, all of whom were top-tier experts.
"Old Fang, your Fang family has truly grown arrogant, actually daring to kill someone right in front of me?"
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