"Chen An, you think that just because you've colluded with the Gong Family, you can fight for the position of family head? You're far too naive! The Gong Family is ultimately an outside force—how could they sway the decisions of our Dragon Tiger Escort Agency?" Just then, a rebuking voice rang out. A young girl rushed out of the pavilion, furiously berating the slick-haired, powder-faced youth.
"Hehe, Li Tongtong, now that Chen Ping has become crippled, why are you still following him? Why not tear up your engagement with Chen Ping and marry me as a concubine?" Chen An looked at the delicate, pretty girl before him, unconsciously licking his lips as a teasing glint appeared in his eyes.
"Chen An, you deserve to die! I always treated you like my own younger brother, yet you harbor such wolfish ambitions and a beastly heart. I was blind to have misjudged you all these years." Supported by the girl, Chen Ping rose to his feet, fury flashing in his eyes.
At that moment, rage surged straight into Chen Ping's heart. His body trembled with hatred, and he wished he could gouge out his own eyes, throw them to the ground, and crush them beneath his feet.
He was the legitimate eldest son of the Chen family in Jinling City, of noble status, destined to inherit the entire Dragon Tiger Escort Agency and become its successor. Chen An, meanwhile, was his half-brother by the same father, born of a concubine—the sort outsiders called a concubine's son. His mother had been unfaithful and was executed by their father for taking a lover, implicating him as well. His standing within the Lineage plummeted; he was lower even than servants, constantly mocked and bullied.
It was only because Chen Ping could not bear to watch