The Soldier King Becomes a Useless Little Girl

Chapter 329 - 328: Settling Old Scores

After glancing at Chu Beiqing, Chu Tianyi let out a cold sneer.

In front of Chu Beiqing, the skin was intact, save for his ragged clothes. What of that? Chu Beiqing was a fool—dressing him in fine clothes would be a waste.

"What does that prove? If Beiqing’s daily necessities aren’t sufficient, he need only speak up—it’s all within the family, why quibble over such trivial matters?"

The great-uncle expressed dissatisfaction, and the other two uncles echoed his sentiments, all with a tone that encouraged reconciliation rather than division.

In the Imperial Study Room of the Longteng Palace, Emperor Longteng was reviewing memorials.

"Your Majesty, news from the Chu Mansion. The little miss of the Chu Family has just brought Chu Beiqing back home, stating she wants to divide the family."

The eunuch by his side spoke.

Emperor Longteng paused briefly with the memorial in hand, then continued his review.

"That young one does have some ability."

"Your Majesty, aren’t you going to intervene?"

The eunuch probed tentatively.

"The rain falls upon Earth, a mother takes a husband. I too, would like to see, what stance Beiqing takes towards this family division."

Emperor Longteng’s gaze was distant. It had been years—Beiqing’s foolishness should have shown some improvement by now. It was time to see if the medicine Xin Lin provided was potent enough.

Inside the Chu Mansion, Silly Chu wore a confused look, glancing left, then right. His chest was smooth and seemed unharmed.

"Some wounds are hidden and can’t be seen with the naked eye. Some people take advantage of this, striking in secret."

Having said this, Xin Lin suddenly pressed down on a spot in the lower right abdomen of Silly Chu.

Silly Chu cried out in pain with a sharp "Ouch," and grimaced, clearly hurting.

Soon, a long, thin bruise appeared beneath Silly Chu’s abdomen.

As Xin Lin pressed on his left chest, Silly Chu turned pale with pain, and a fist mark also appeared alongside bruises on his back and arms as Xin Lin touched different areas, revealing various hidden injuries.

The scars included those from fists and whips.

For every new wound that appeared, Chu Tianyi’s face grew uglier.

Before long, a multitude of wounds had surfaced on Chu Beiqing’s body.

Witnessing her dear fool of a father sweating in pain, Xin Lin felt a twinge of heartache and wiped the sweat from his brow for him.

In her previous life, Xin Lin was the Female Soldier King; she was well-versed in all sorts of visible and hidden injuries.

While checking Chu Beiqing’s body, she had already discovered he was riddled with hidden injuries.

These injuries had accumulated over the years and recent months and would have been invisible without special means.

So many scars would be distressing not just to the Chu Family elders but even to a local ruffian like Ma Jingtian.

"Who knows when these injuries were incurred. As an able-bodied man, I can’t very well keep him locked up,"

Chu Tianyi continued his evasive arguments.

Xin Lin had intentionally left these wounds for this very day.

"Daddy, I know you have a good memory. I’ll ask, and you’ll answer. If you answer well, I’ll take you to have roast chicken tonight."

Looking at the wounds on Silly Chu, Xin Lin’s eyes moistened. She gently stroked her silly father’s fluffy head and cooed comforting words.

Seeing his daughter’s tearful eyes, Silly Chu smiled with a grin.

"Not painful... daughter... don’t cry..."

Xin Lin nodded and asked softly.

"Who left this whip mark?"

"Chu... Yuan..."

"And this fist wound?"

"Zhao... Cheng..."

"What about this one?"

"Bai... Wei..."

Chu Beiqing sought to cheer his daughter up, answering each question Xin Lin asked with seriousness.

One by one, he recounted the names of his assailants—all were people from within the Chu Mansion, amounting to no fewer than ten!