"Autumn Eldest is killing him and crushing his heart."
Xu Xie was indifferent to Qiu Cheng's death, but Wu Xian couldn't help sighing over it. He, too, had been born into a great clan and had seen his share of brothers turning against each other. The conflict between the Qiu brothers had been common knowledge, so he naturally assumed Autumn Eldest had driven Autumn Second to his death.
"What do you mean by 'killing him and crushing his heart,' Xian Lang?" Consort Mi had just sewn the final stitch on a nightshirt. She beckoned her son over from his recitation, intending to have him try it on and see if it fit. She'd vaguely heard Wu Xian say something but hadn't caught it clearly.
"I was talking about Autumn Eldest. He suffered so much at Autumn Second's hands, and now the wheel of fortune has turned. At last, he's had the chance to get rid of his troublesome brother without shedding a drop of blood... For biological brothers to end up like this..." Wu Xian's gaze fell on the mother and son sharing a tender moment. Whatever he thought of, the cool smile at his lips slowly faded. "It's a real shame."
Consort Mi didn't know who Autumn Eldest and Autumn Second were, but she knew they were brothers, and one had killed the other. That was enough. The words "brothers turning against each other" had probably struck at Wu Xian's most sensitive nerve—
As the years went by, his two legitimate sons had begun developing schemes of their own. Their maternal clans meddled and stirred the pot, and the brothers were constantly at odds. They never showed their half-siblings in the household a kind face, either, barking orders at them at the slightest excuse.
Wu Xian had tried to