The Beautiful CEO’s Dragon Blood Bodyguard
Chapter 1057: Father Wants to Beat the Son

Chapter 1057: Chapter 1057: Father Wants to Beat the Son

The Governor, Wang Shichong, was a grandfather several times over. Among his legitimate children alone, borne by his principal wife, he had eight sons, who were collectively known as the Eight Great Vajras.

Wang Jie was the youngest and also the most intelligent. His cultivation level was the highest in the Wang Family. However, he was not focused on his responsibilities, causing Wang Shichong quite the headache.

His eldest son, Wang Qian, was now in command of the military forces at Sword Mountain Pass.

After the housekeeper left, this son quickly came over and, upon seeing his father, immediately clasped his fists and bowed.

With hands clasped behind his back, Wang Shichong lowered his voice and admonished, "Who gave you the authority to detain Her Royal Highness outside the city?"

The two intentionally went to the front courtyard to talk, but the geniuses gathered in the great hall of the central courtyard still heard everything clearly.

Wang Shichong did this on purpose for them to hear, as he knew someone inside had influenced his son.

Wang Qian hadn’t expected his father to be so angry.

His forehead breaking out in sweat, he explained, "Father, your son didn’t intend to make things difficult for Her Royal Highness. I simply couldn’t stand the people around her."

Wang Shichong scolded, "Foolish, if you offend the people around Her Royal Highness, isn’t it the same as offending Her Royal Highness herself? Right now, the situation at court is rapidly changing, with the Crown Prince and the Third Prince’s conflict known to all. By causing such an incident now, are you trying to deliberately throw our Wang Family into a pit of fire and water?"

This sentence, he locked down the area with his spiritual power, not allowing the words to escape.

Wang Qian said, "Father, please forgive my impudence. The Third Prince’s power is great; a good half of the court’s influential officials have already sided with him. If we don’t make our stance clear now and he comes into power, wouldn’t we be the first he targets for disadvantage?"

Wang Shichong glared at him with a look of disappointment that iron had not turned into steel and said, "Foolish child! Having followed by my side for so many years, to think you still don’t know the fundamental basis of our Wang Family’s position—what a waste of the many years of effort I’ve spent on you. Regardless of how the imperial court changes, we must remain constant amidst all changes. We hold military power, guarding the southern borders. No matter whether it’s the Crown Prince or the Third Prince who succeeds to the throne, who would dare to touch us? But if you throw your support behind one side so rashly, you’re hammering a nail in their minds about us. If the Third Prince ascends, there’s nothing more to say, but what if the Crown Prince takes the throne? Do you think he will still trust you?"

"I was wrong; please, Father, calm your anger!"

Wang Qian’s face turned red as he admitted his mistake. Although his heart was not convinced, he still listened to his father’s scolding.

Wang Shichong said, "Don’t be resentful. I can tell you didn’t come up with this on your own. Come clean, who put you up to this?"

"Father, I cannot betray a friend,"

replied Wang Qian hesitantly, hanging his head low.

Wang Shichong cursed, "Damn ’friends’—they’re just using you to fight their battles! You fool, still speaking up for him? Speak up, who is it?"

Left with no choice, Wang Qian admitted, "It was... a Shenxu Disciple, Jiang Chuan."

"Shenxu?"

Wang Shichong’s surprise faded quickly, and with knitted brows, he said, "They also support the Third Prince?"

Wang Qian replied, "Exactly, otherwise your son wouldn’t have acted this way! Father, Shenxu is a major power within Great Xia Country. They have decided to support the Third Prince, and we have no reason to persist in our own views!"

"It seems you really didn’t understand a word I just said!"

Wang Shichong’s face turned dark in an instant, and with a cold tone he ordered, "Reflect on your actions within the household walls. You won’t need to go to Sword Mountain Pass anymore; I will have your second brother take your place."

"Father?"

Wang Qian’s eyes widened in shock.

Wang Shichong ignored him and took his servants to the entrance, where he instructed them to lay out a red carpet, preparing for the Princess’s arrival.

Soon after, a luxurious carriage drawn by two spotted deer, each the size of bulls, approached.

The carriage itself was very large, easily seating more than a dozen people comfortably.

Upon reaching the Governor’s gate, the coachman got down quickly, hurriedly bringing a stepping block to place at the foot of the carriage.

The Elf Sisters got off the carriage first and reached out their hands to help Ji Wanyu down from the coach.

Wang Shichong, all smiles, hurried over to greet her with clasped hands and a bow, "As Wang Shichong, this subordinate respectfully welcomes Her Royal Highness The Princess."

As the Southern King, he was actually Ji Wanyu’s peer.

According to protocol, such deference wasn’t necessary.

But he intentionally lowered his posture to avoid any misunderstanding by the princess.

One by one, the rest alighted from the carriage and stood behind Ji Wanyu, their expressions toward Wang Shichong varied.

Ji Wanyu was initially filled with pent-up anger, but upon seeing Wang Shichong, it felt as if her anger had hit cotton - it dissipated instantly.

She waved her hand dismissively and said with a touch of annoyance, "Southern King, you are really too courteous. I am just a minor princess, how dare I accept such a grand gesture from you?"

Wang Shichong forced a laugh, then hastily explained to Ji Wanyu, "Please don’t be angry, Your Highness. I am fully aware of the earlier incident, and I have already severely reprimanded my subordinates. Today is the day of return for all the young talents to the Capital City. I was afraid of disruptions from the Demon Race, so I had heightened the security. I hadn’t expected the princess’s return. I admit my fault in offending the royal dignity, and any punishment you see fit is but a word away. Even though I am of advanced years, I can still endure smashing into a wall or jumping into a river if need be."

Ji Wanyu couldn’t help but chuckle at Wang Shichong’s irreverent manner.

Lin Shanshan and the others also covered their mouths to giggle, now understanding why Wang Jie was the way he was.

Like father, like son.

Ji Wanyu said, "That’s enough, Uncle Wang. My father often speaks of you, and before I left, he specifically entrusted me to deliver a letter to you."

She retrieved the letter from her Storage Ring and handed it to Wang Shichong, "Let’s put this matter to rest; I do not wish to dwell on it anymore."

"Thank you, Your Highness."

Wang Shichong, visibly moved, kept bowing with clasped hands, ushering a group of people inside.

He took a special look at Long Fei, having heard about this young man more than once from his son.

According to his son, Long Fei’s Cultivation Level was remarkably high.

Even his son, who had just broken into the Nascent Soul Realm Early Stage, was slapped away by Long Fei without a chance to even retaliate.

His son was adept at painting, and could produce portraits exactly resembling the real person.

Wang Shichong felt a lump in his throat and cursed his son for being good-for-nothing.

Excelled in painting, chess, calligraphy, music, drinking, gambling, eating - he knew them all, yet he never took the proper path.

Approaching Long Fei, Wang Shichong took the initiative to clasp his hands and greeted him, "May I ask if this young friend is Long Fei?"

"That’s correct."

Long Fei nodded, expecting the man to hold him to account.

After all, he had just hit his son.

But surprisingly, Wang Shichong was very polite, "Indeed, a handsome and dignified young man. My son has been talking about you these days – the slap you gave him was well-deserved. I’ve long wanted to teach that boy a lesson myself, but as a father, my heart couldn’t bear it. Brother Long, if you don’t mind, please help me discipline my son in the future. I won’t have any objections."

Long Fei was flabbergasted, as it was the first time he had seen a father actively encouraging someone else to discipline his son.

Wang Shichong, as the Southern King, turned out to be even less proper than his son.

His words were overheard by Wang Jie, who had come to receive them.

Seeing Long Fei, Wang Jie was initially very excited, but upon hearing his father’s words, his face reddened and he burst into complaints, "My dear dad, I heard that. I’m now really doubting if I’m your biological son. How could you actually ask someone else to discipline your own son?"