Jiang Zhizhou gathered his breath and sprinted down the path, but Jiang Zhihuai clearly had no intention of letting him go.
The men he had sent followed close behind, pursuing him relentlessly.
Jiang Zhizhou had originally intended to head to where Yang Qing was, but under the circumstances, that was no longer possible.
So he turned once more and headed toward the wasteland west of Tong City.
These men were following him to capture him. He would not let them have their way so easily.
Meanwhile, when Jiang Zhihuai saw Jiang Zhizhou come and then leave, anger flashed across his face.
Although Jiang Zhizhou had kept his face covered the entire time, Jiang Zhihuai knew perfectly well that it could only be him.
The entire Marquis of An's Residence was now under his control. He had to eliminate Jiang Zhizhou, his greatest threat, in one fell swoop.
Seeing all his death warriors give chase, a cruel smile curved his lips.
Had Jiang Zhizhou not returned, he might still have spared him some brotherly affection.
Unfortunately, he had insisted on coming back.
Then he could not blame Jiang Zhihuai!
The hereditary title of Marquis of Anguo could only pass to one person.
Thinking of the Marquis of Anguo, Jiang Zhihuai felt he ought to visit his father, who had always been renowned for his fairness and strictness.
When news of Jiang Zhizhou's death arrived, he wondered just how overcome his dear father would be.
What child did not yearn for a share of their parents' love?
Yet why had all the affection in the Marquis's Residence gone to that useless son who had been away for over a decade?
Where did that leave him, the second young master?
As Jiang Zhihuai thought about this, anger settled over his heart.
He strode