An Honest Man

The leading guard looked back toward the donkey cart, his gaze settling on Chen Yan.

"Is this boy your younger son?"

he asked.

"He's my second son, sir."

Chen Dasheng hadn't fully grasped what was going on, so he could only answer the guard's question woodenly.

"He's a lot better than you are as a father."

The guard chuckled, then turned around.

"Xiao Liu!"

"Here, Squad Leader!"

A short guard stepped forward from behind him.

"Take these two to Steward Liang's house to identify the body. You know where Steward Liang lives, right?"

the leading guard ordered, addressing the man called Squad Leader.

"I do!"

the short guard replied.

Xingyuan City wasn't large, with only tens of thousands of people in all. Steward Liang was also quite renowned in the city, so it was only natural that the guard called Xiao Liu knew where the Liang estate was.

"Go on. Leave the donkey cart here at the city gate."

The Squad Leader turned to Chen Dasheng.

"Once you've identified the body, hurry back. Don't waste time talking."

"But my eldest son..."

Chen Dasheng clearly still wanted to say more.

"Father."

Chen Yan had swung down from the cart and cut him off.

"Don't say anything."

"..."

Chen Dasheng turned and glanced at Chen Yan behind him. Once again, he pictured his second son using that little hatchet for chopping firewood to kill three bandits with ease.

Then he nodded.

Chen Dasheng and Chen Yan followed the guard called Xiao Liu through the streets of Xingyuan City.

"Second son."

Chen Dasheng lowered his voice, worry etched across his face.

"Do you think your eldest brother..."

"Don't say anything, Father."

Chen Yan immediately cut him off.

"We'll have plenty of time to talk once we get there."

Chen Dasheng was slightly