Volume One, Chapter One: A Loving Father and Dutiful Son, Ending the Engagement from the Start

“Hiss!”

Fang Yang suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head.

Then he heard a loud shout: “Wretched son! How dare you rebel and urinate in the Dean’s wine gourd!”

Fang Yang stared blankly at the man before him, who appeared to be around forty, dressed in ancient robes, holding a horsewhip, his face full of anger.

Confused, he asked, “Who are you?”

“Who am I? I’m your father!” the middle-aged man barked sternly.

“Bah! I’m your father!” Fang Yang retorted immediately, unwilling to be outdone.

For a moment, the atmosphere fell into a deathly silence.

Then came another roar: “Wretched son! You’ve gone against the heavenly order! If I don’t beat you to death today, I won’t be a man!”

Seeing the raised horsewhip, Fang Yang was startled and quickly jumped off the bed.

“Bang!”

A muffled crack sounded as the quilt was whipped apart, exposing the cotton inside.

“Damn! You’re serious!” Fang Yang was terrified.

He turned and ran.

He recalled being an upstanding youth from the 21st century, getting hit by a speeding car while crossing the street because he wasn’t paying attention.

Waking up to this scene left him speechless.

Seeing the middle-aged man closing in rapidly, Fang Yang spotted a large tree ahead and swiftly climbed it with a speed that even surprised himself.

“Wretched son, get down here!” the man shouted in frustration.

Fang Yang laughed and called out, “Come on! If you’ve got the guts, climb up here!”

“You!” The man’s lips trembled with anger.

With a cold sneer, he said, “Ha, climb up? Do you really think if you’re on the tree, I can’t get to you? Bring the knives!”

Two servants hurried off immediately.

Before long, they returned carrying a large single-edged blade nearly a person’s height.

“Wretched son! Today, I’ll make you understand the duties between father and son!”

‘Bang!’

The great blade struck the tree trunk, embedding itself halfway in.

The entire tree shook thrice.

Fang Yang was shocked; he had never seen such ferocity.

Just as he was about to curse, a wave of dizziness swept over his mind.

Suddenly, memories flooded in, creating a split sensation.

But soon, he began to understand.

The fierce man before him was truly his father, Fang Jingsheng, Duke of Cheng.

And Fang Yang was his only son, a declining noble scion.

The current situation arose because the original identity, while studying at the Imperial Academy, refused to attend classes properly and, along with classmates, urinated in the Dean’s wine gourd. After being betrayed, he was expelled from the academy.

Fang Yang was speechless; the original self was truly foolish.

There were countless ways to avoid school, but he chose the most extreme method—and, most importantly, failed to neutralize the threat.

Looking again at his ruthless father who had just hacked a notch into the tree with three strikes, Fang Yang’s scalp tingled.

The immediate priority was to quell his father’s anger.

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