He walked up to Lin Yun, arrogantly saying, “Lin Yun, I feel like riding a horse today. How about you get down and let me ride you like a horse? Be my horse from now on, and I’ll have your back in the Lin household.”
“No way,” Lin Yun said with a stern face.
“Lin Yun, if you refuse me, I guarantee it won’t end well for you,” Lin Wei said, his tone carrying a threat.
“You and I are both Father’s children. Why should I be your horse?” Lin Yun stared at him with cold, dark eyes.
“Your mother is just a lowly slave! My mother is the legitimate wife. Do you really think your status can compare to mine?” Lin Wei said with pride.
Hearing these words, Lin Yun was instantly filled with rage.
“My mother is not a slave!” Lin Yun shouted, shoving Lin Wei hard.
“How dare you push me? Beat him!” Lin Wei waved his hand.
The four or five older children behind Lin Wei immediately charged at Lin Yun.
Lin Yun swung his sword fiercely, “Whoever comes at me, I’ll strike!”
“Arrogant, huh? Think I can’t deal with you today?” Lin Wei brandished a one-metre-long spear, thrusting it towards Lin Yun.
Bang, bang, bang!
After several clashes, the spear swept horizontally, knocking Lin Yun to the ground.
Lin Wei had already reached the Nascent Soul stage, a major realm above Lin Yun, who was no match for him.
Lying on the ground, Lin Yun had a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.
“Get him!” Lin Wei ordered again.
The group of children rushed forward, punching and kicking the fallen Lin Yun.
After a while, Lin Wei called them off and walked over to Lin Yun.
“Hmph, you dare fight me? You really don’t know your place!”
With that, Lin Wei gave Lin Yun another hard kick.
At this moment, tears welled up in Lin Yun’s eyes.
After all, Lin Yun was only five years old. Though as a cultivator, his height was nearly that of older children and his physical strength far surpassed that of an ordinary five-year-old, he still had only five years of life experience.
“Lin Yun, as your elder, I’m teaching you a lesson, making you understand the hierarchy of respect. Remember, you’re the son of a lowly slave! In front of me, you’d better know your place!”
With that, Lin Wei swaggered off with the other children.
Lin Yun struggled to get up, his body covered in purple and blue bruises, waves of sharp pain coursing through him.
“Lin Wei, one day, I, Lin Yun, will surpass you! No one can call my mother a slave!” Lin Yun gritted his teeth, staring ahead, fists clenched, eyes resolute.
One hour later.
Yan Shi returned to Yi Garden.
“Yun’er? Yun’er!” Not seeing Lin Yun, Yan Shi searched around, finally arriving at his room.
“Yun’er.”
Yan Shi pushed open the door and immediately saw Lin Yun lying on the bed.
“Usually, you’re practising your sword at this time. Are you tired today? That’s fine, rest if you’re tired. You’re still young, so take it slow with cultivation.”
As she spoke, Yan Shi approached Lin Yun’s bed.
Lin Yun was curled up, facing away from her.
“Yun’er, what’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?” Yan Shi asked, alarmed.
“Mother, please leave. I’m too tired and want to sleep,” Lin Yun said, still facing away.
“Alright, rest for a bit then.”
Yan Shi was about to leave when she suddenly noticed a bloodstained shirt nearby. Wasn’t that the one Lin Yun wore this morning?
“Yun’er, where did the blood on that shirt come from? Let Mother take a look,” Yan Shi said, stepping forward to check on him.
“Mother, please leave!” Lin Yun suddenly growled, unwilling to let her see.
Yan Shi sensed something was terribly wrong and forcefully turned Lin Yun to face her.
“This… this…”
Seeing Lin Yun’s bruised and swollen face, Yan Shi stumbled back three steps, stunned.
“Yun’er, what happened? What’s going on?” Yan Shi rushed to his side, her face full of anxiety.
Then, pulling open Lin Yun’s clothes, she saw his body covered in wounds.
“Mother, I just fell. It’s nothing,” Lin Yun forced a smile.
“Yun’er, do you think I’m foolish? This couldn’t be from a fall. You were clearly beaten!” Yan Shi said, tears streaming down her face.
Lin Yun fell silent.
Yan Shi reached out with her slender fingers, gently touching the wounds on his body.
Each wound felt like countless needles piercing her heart.
“Yun’er, tell Mother who did this to you. I will get justice for you!” Yan Shi said with determination in her eyes.
“Mother, I won’t say,” Lin Yun shook his head.
Lin Yun knew Lin Wei was the son of the main wife. How could his mother stand up to her?
Hearing this, Yan Shi’s heart ached even more, knowing her young son was already thinking of protecting her.
“Yun’er, you’re a young master of the Lin household. Only those legitimate sons would dare to hit you. Which one was it? Even if it costs me my life, I will demand justice from the master!” Yan Shi said, tears falling like rain, her tone growing even more resolute.
