Chapter 85: This Kid Looks Somehow Familiar!

This topic left Fenghuang at a loss for words.

I came here to tell you that your child has done something wrong and that you must punish him—give him a harsh whipping.

But you simply replied, "That brat is good for nothing; I’ve already cut off his head."

Fenghuang knew what Ghost Mountain was.

A place crawling with ghosts, mountains of corpses.

It was called Ghost Mountain.

Sending one’s own direct descendant to a place where death is certain—this punishment was far harsher and more cruel than Fenghuang had anticipated.

At such a moment, what more could one say?

Every additional word would feel like aiding the wicked, as if saying his death wasn’t thorough enough, so you should chop him a few more times.

Along the way, Fenghuang had devised countless strategies on how to confront the cunning old fox, Shen Boyu—how to make them realize their mistake, how to apologize, how to secure compensation for Tang Fei.

Yet, one sentence from Shen Boyu overturned all those plans, leaving Fenghuang’s carefully laid schemes with nowhere to go.

Tang Fei didn’t know Ghost Mountain, but upon hearing its name and seeing Fenghuang’s reaction, he understood the nature of the place.

He looked at Shen Boyu with astonishment and spoke, “Why send him to such a place? Isn’t this punishment too severe?”

“Too severe?” Shen Boyu looked at Tang Fei with a half-smile and asked.

“Yes, it is,” Tang Fei nodded seriously and said, “Earlier on the road, Her Highness the Princess kept telling me that Old Master Shen has watched her grow up; he was especially kind to her as a child, and she respects him the most.”

“She even said to bring me here to meet Brother Qingping, to shake hands and share a drink, and then this matter would be behind us.”

“The Princess believes Brother Qingping had no ill intent and doesn’t want this small matter to ruin their good relations. After this ordeal, Brother Qingping and I have truly become acquainted, and who knows, we might become good friends in the future.”

Now it was Shen Boyu’s turn to feel uneasy.

I knew you were coming to seek justice, so I sent my unfilial son away first.

But I didn’t expect you to say you came to make peace. Although I find that hard to believe, can I really call Shen Qingping back?

What would become of my authority as the clan head?

Wouldn’t this decision make a mockery of discipline? How would the younger generation respect his commands in the future?

As one in a position of power, mistakes are forgivable, but one must never be fickle or indecisive.

Every step must be taken with firm resolution.

Only then will the team not fall apart or descend into chaos.

“Call him back,” Tang Fei urged Shen Boyu, “Old Master Shen, please call Brother Qingping back. The Princess knows your nature, so she hurried all the way here without delay. He shouldn’t be far. Let’s meet, clear the air, and that will be the end of it.”

“I’m afraid he can’t be called back,” Shen Boyu said, lowering his head to sip his tea.

“How could he not be called back? NowadaysI'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.