Quick, female general, I traveled through time to save my father

Chapter 336: The Mother of the Bomen Raises Her Stepson 3

Until Sirong took Shen Junyao's hand and stood in front of the carriage.

Shen Junyao also didn't think that his stepmother took him back to his hometown to avenge him.

The boy's palm was cold, like a piece of jade that could never be warmed. He didn't struggle, nor did he actively hold on tight. He just let her hold it, as if this hand didn't belong to him.

He just followed Sirong quietly and watched what she wanted to do.

At the age of eight, there were many things he couldn't understand, but he already knew how to read people's expressions and knew that he was not a very important person.

At least, before this, no one would travel for half a month just for him, not even his own father.

Shen Shishan's hand hung in the air for a long time. He forced a smile and bent his back very low, like an overly attentive shrimp, but Sirong in the carriage didn't even glance at him.

She didn't even notice his outstretched hand.

The smile on Shen Shishan's face gradually froze, and he finally retracted his hand awkwardly, rubbing it on the hem of his clothes, as if that could wipe away the embarrassment.

"She is the wife of an uncle after all, she is very particular..." He muttered to himself, glancing at the neighbors who were watching the excitement around him. His face was burning, but he still had to maintain his dignity.

Shen Shishan cleared his throat and found a way out for himself.

"My sister-in-law is new here, so it's inevitable that she'll be polite." He turned to explain to the elders, his voice deliberately raised a few notches, "The nobles in the capital are very particular about etiquette, and they pay attention to the strict separation of men and women..."

The elders twirled their beards and nodded, looking as if they understood everything. It was as if Sirong's indifference was actually a testament to her nobility.

Shen Shishan felt very depressed.

He had originally thought that this new sister-in-law, whom he had never met before, would be very close to them. But he never expected that she wouldn't even glance at him, making him look like a clown!

Sirong lowered her body, and her skirt fell to the side of the cart, forming a soft arc.

She lowered her head to look at Shen Junyao. Her eyes were not as cold as usual, but instead contained a hint of almost sharp concentration.

"Are they the only family that beat you?"

She pointed her finger at Shen Shishan's family. Her fingertips were as white as jade, but like an invisible sword, pointing directly at people's hearts.

Shen Junyao raised his face, his thin body wrapped in a slightly loose robe, looking particularly frail.

He had a pair of extremely clear eyes, black and white distinct, shimmering like a mountain stream untouched by the dust of the world. At this moment, these eyes were slightly wide open, with a hint of bewilderment, as if he didn't understand why his stepmother suddenly asked this question.

He was used to being beaten, but he never thought that someone would remember it for him.

After a moment's silence, he replied in a low voice: "My sister never hit me." The voice was as light as a feather falling to the ground, but it made Sirong's eyes suddenly cold.

Shen Shishan has a pair of children. The ten-year-old Pan Di is very thin and always hides in the corner, like a grass that cannot get the sun. Even his eyes are timid.

There was also a boy of the same age as Shen Junyao, Shen Junbao. He was half a head taller than Shen Junyao, with broad shoulders and a big waist. His face was rosy and plump, just like the Fuwa in the New Year pictures.

Sirong's eyes swept over and saw Shen Junbao's face was full of pride, and there was a hint of provocation in his look when he looked at Shen Junyao.

"So, Shen Junbao hit you the most, right?" Shen Junyao pursed his lips and didn't answer. But silence itself was the answer.

"Hit me!!!" an order was given.

Right at this busy city gate, Sirong didn't even wait to go back to the Shen residence to deal with this family matter.

Sirong's voice was not loud. She pointed at Shen Shishan and his wife. Her fingertips were as steady as iron, without a trace of trembling.

She didn't even spare Shen Junbao a second glance. The child's revenge should be avenged by the child himself.

When the guards and maids heard Sirong's order, they pounced on her like wolves and tigers.

Shen Shishan's expression suddenly changed, and he was about to shout, "How dare you..."

A guard twisted his arms behind his back and slammed his knees against the ground, causing him to grimace in pain. His wife screamed, but before she could struggle, she was held by servants on both sides, her hair disheveled and her pearl hairpins falling to the ground.

"I'm Shi Gen's eldest brother!"

Shen Shishan was forced to kneel on the ground, veins popping out on his forehead and his face flushed purple, like a rooster with its neck strangled.

He stiffened his neck and roared, "I'm Shi Gen's eldest brother! How dare you?!"

His voice was full of disbelief, as if the identity of "Big Brother" was a golden ticket that allowed him to act recklessly without having to bear the consequences.

Unfortunately, Sirong doesn't buy it.

Shen Shishan's wife was equally unwilling to give in. She struggled and screamed, "We are your elder brother and sister-in-law! Even if you are the wife of the Earl's family, you can't just hit people casually!!"

Her hair was disheveled and the makeup on her face was washed away by sweat. She looked like a monkey that had fallen into a flour jar, but she still wanted to act like an elder.

Sirong sneered, pulled Shen Junyao's arm and lifted his sleeve.

The crisscrossing whip marks and bruises coiled around the boy's thin arms like poisonous snakes, glowing a hideous purple-red.

"Don't tell me the child scratched himself." Sirong's voice was as cold as ice. "I can still tell the difference between a bump from a fall and a whiplash."

Shen Shishan's eyes flickered, but he still insisted: "We are his elders, and we can't even discipline our own juniors?!"

His wife immediately chimed in, her tone full of harsh self-righteousness: "This kid is cunning, lazy, and cunning. I spanked him twice to teach him a lesson!"

"Cunning, lazy, greedy and cunning?" Si Rong sneered, her eyes swept over Shen Junyao's thin figure, and then glanced at the burly Shen Junbao beside him.

"How can a child who can't even get enough to eat be as cunning, lazy, greedy and slippery as he is?"

"Who said he couldn't eat enough? That's... that's because he has had a weak spleen and stomach since he was a child, so he can't gain weight even if he eats." When the sister-in-law said this, her eyes flickered. She felt guilty, but she had to pretend.

When Sirong heard this, her eyebrows slightly raised, and the coldness in her eyes almost solidified.

She walked slowly towards her sister-in-law, and every step seemed to step on the other's tense nerves.

"Weak spleen and stomach?" she repeated softly, with undisguised sarcasm in her tone.

The eldest sister-in-law was forced to take a half step back by her. Her eyes were darting around, her lips trembling as she tried to argue: "Yes, yes! This child has been weak since he was young. No matter how much he eats, he won't gain weight. We don't dare let him eat too much because we feel sorry for him..."

What a heartache!

Sirong sneered, suddenly reached out and grabbed Shen Junbao who was standing beside her.

"What are you doing?! Let my son go!" The eldest sister-in-law screamed and rushed forward, but was stopped by the maid.

Sirong ignored her shouting and just made Shen Junbao and Shen Junyao stand side by side.

One was pale and skinny, looking as if he would fall down with a gust of wind; the other was plump and white, looking just like the lucky doll in the New Year picture.

"Weak spleen and stomach?" Si Rong pointed at Shen Junyao, her voice as cold as ice. "Then how come your son grew up so strong even though we ate from the same pot, while he is so skinny and boneless?"

My sister-in-law opened her mouth, but couldn't say a word.

Her face turned pale and blue, and cold sweat oozed from her forehead. Her eyes looked around in panic, but she didn't dare to look into Sirong's eyes.

Seeing this, Shen Shishan gritted his teeth and interrupted: "Every child has a different physique..."

"Enough!" Si Rong interrupted him harshly, "Do you really think I'm a fool, or do you think everyone on this street is blind?!"