Chapter 107: Father and Son

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Bufeng and Queyunzi were turned away at the door, forced to return dejectedly to the Wusheng Gate and discuss with the others whether there might be another feasible plan.

Back and forth, time slipped away until noon, further shortening the time left for Suhe.

At the same time, inside Siyou, Baili Wushuang suddenly felt an inexplicable restlessness stirring in his heart, an anxious unease that made him palpitate. He recalled that the person who usually came each evening to report news to him had not returned last night.

“Someone come here.”

“Young master, what are your orders?” The voice belonged to Xuexiao, the maid responsible for his daily care.

“Has the informant returned?”

“No.”

“Go check where he might have gone.”

“Yes.”

“Wait, be careful not to alert Mother.”

“Understood.”

Watching Xuexiao depart, his heart grew ever more unsettled, making him restless.

There was some truth in what Suhe had said: Siyou was indeed better suited for nurturing his soul. Even if he did nothing all day, the abundant spiritual energy there would gradually strengthen his soul.

As long as he avoided fighting with evildoers and stayed within the mansion, his soul body could endure peacefully for millennia.

As long as the Baili family remained prosperous, time would treat him kindly.

“Young master?”

“What is it?” Baili Wushuang turned hastily and saw Xuexiao glancing back every few steps, rushing into the courtyard in a panic.

“There’s… something wrong.” Xuexiao supported herself on her knees, gasping for breath at the doorway.

“Explain clearly.” What could possibly go wrong just by looking for someone? How serious could it be?

Suddenly, he froze, his gaze slowly turning cold as it fell to the ground. “Was it Mother?”

Xuexiao shrank back slightly, swallowing dryly. “Yes. I heard she subjected him to severe torture last night.”

Baili Wushuang fell silent and walked past her.

Xuexiao hurried after him and knelt. “Young master, please save the informant. If you don’t go soon, he may not survive the night.”

Baili Suhe hesitated for a moment, said nothing, and left the courtyard.

By nightfall, he slung a sword bag on his back, intending to slip out the back gate quietly.

Of course, the sword bag was not for show; it was purely to intimidate.

After all, as a soul body, he couldn’t withstand more than a few blows in a fight.

Within Siyou, many immortals liked such displays—it was somewhat of a trend, reportedly imported from other realms some time ago.

Immortals, after all, had an appreciation for beauty.

Much like how men in certain eras revered magnificent beards, the sword bag had spread widely.

Regardless of age or gender, many admired it.

Moreover, influenced by the sword bag, various other pouches—like musical pouches or painting pouches—had sprung up.

However, those who adopted this style usually possessed genuine skill.

Some did so to appear refined, others, like him, to bluff with bravado.

Baili Wushuang himself had once scorned such pretenses, but times had changed—he could no longer afford to be prideful.

Carrying a sword bag saved many troubles; why not carry one?

Yet, before he could reach the back gate, he was surrounded by the mansion’s guards.

The leader said, “Young master, please come with us.”

“Step aside.”

“Please don’t make it difficult for us, young master.”

“Difficult? You want to try me? Go ahead.”

“Young master…”

The guards exchanged uneasy glances. None dared to strike; everyone knew this young master was the cherished son of the family head and his wife.

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To act against him would be courting death.

But they were acting under orders; failing to bring him back might also be fatal.

Their predicament was acute.

Baili Wushuang smirked with satisfaction and swaggered through the crowd. Just as his hand touched the wooden door, a sudden force struck him.

Then a fragrant breeze wafted forward, and even before the person appeared, a voice spoke: “Where do you think you’re going without telling your mother?”

“Hmph? Playing the good son? Who are you trying to fool? Aren’t you tired?” Baili Wushuang retorted boldly, no longer hiding.

Dishi Ling exchanged a glance with the lead guard, who immediately signaled the others to step back.

Once alone, Dishi Ling’s gaze returned to Baili Wushuang. “Must we speak like this, mother and son?”

“You think if it weren’t for our bond, I’d bother talking to you at all? Do you really believe the past was so clean? That I couldn’t find a single clue?”

“Ha… ha ha.” Dishi Ling lowered her eyes and smiled softly, stepping closer to Baili Wushuang and raising her hand to touch his cheek. He coldly evaded her touch.

Her hand lingered awkwardly in the air, neither retracting nor advancing, until finally she clenched it into a fist and lowered it.

Raising an eyebrow, she said, “So what? You are my son; my blood flows through your veins. That is an unchangeable fact.

I don’t understand what that wretched woman had that was so good, what that vile woman had that was so worthy.

You went against me and your father for them, left home without returning, and now you risk death outside.

No matter my faults, the debt of birth can never be denied. You speak of feelings and gratitude, but have you thought that you have yet to repay your own mother, let alone others?

Besides, I gave birth to you, raised you, and cared for you. The debts of birth and nurture are both owed to me. Which have you repaid?”

Her tone was neither loud nor sharp; in fact, it was quite pleasant—soft, gentle, and tender in a way that men always found irresistible.

Sadly, he was not that kind of man. He would not fall for such softness.

“Save that for him. And move aside; I’m going to save my brother.”

“What if I don’t let you?” Dishi Ling turned her face away and lifted her hand to smooth her high, cloud-like hair.

Her beautiful face showed no anger, but if she claimed no hurt, that would be a lie.

Their mother-son relationship had reached a rare and bitter impasse.

Baili Wushuang suddenly stepped forward, bending to whisper in her ear, “I will find out the truth about Auntie’s affairs.”

Then he turned to leave.

Behind him, Dishi Ling trembled with rage, her lips quivering uncontrollably.

Such was her beloved son—a white-eyed wolf she had raised but could never tame.

Did he not consider how all this glory today had come about, and who truly enjoyed it?

Her voice shook. “Go. If you leave, don’t come back. I will pretend you were never born—a curse.”

“Then thank you, Madam Baili.” Baili Wushuang paused, coldly speaking before pulling open the back door.

But at the next moment, he stood frozen.

“Where are you going?” Baili Xiaojing appeared, arms folded behind him, suddenly turning.

His stern face bore the weight of long-held authority.

Though Baili Wushuang was used to his own recklessness, facing his father still made him flinch.

He muttered with some displeasure, “Nothing much, just going out for a walk.”

Perfect timing—one blocking him inside, one outside. Hmph, truly a couple in perfect sync.

Baili Xiaojing’s brow furrowed with severity, clearly unconvinced. “Go back, or I’ll have you sent to the Cold Garden.”

Baili Wushuang was stunned for a moment, then blinked and snapped back to reality, nearly shouting, “Do you hate my brother that much? He’s nearly dying, and you won’t even let me save him?

Don’t forget, he’s your son too, bearing Baili blood.”

“Slap!” Baili Xiaojing raised his hand and struck Baili Wushuang, shattering all his delusions.

This man’s ruthlessness chilled him to the bone.

“Remember, I, Baili Xiaojing, have only one son, and the Baili family has only one young master.

That is you, Baili Wushuang.” He glanced sideways and ordered, “Take the young master to the Cold Garden to calm down.”

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At those words, two men stepped out from behind.

Dishi Ling knew all too well what the Cold Garden was—a place where people went in but never came out. The wretch had been sent there by her own husband.

She knew Baili Xiaojing cherished her, but he was truly merciless. Anyone who wronged him was doomed to be crushed without mercy.

Thus, she never doubted the truth behind his words.

Despite her son’s constant defiance, she only blamed Baili Suhe and his mother for their despicable scheming that had driven a wedge between mother and son.

She firmly believed that if they could eliminate Baili Suhe and all traces of that wretched woman from her son’s heart, he would still be her son and would eventually return to her.

Then, he would understand her painstaking efforts.

Seeing her son about to be taken away, she could no longer hold back and floated beside Baili Xiaojing, nestling weakly into his embrace.

“Husband, Wushuang is still young. Could you spare him this once?”

Baili Xiaojing’s face softened instantly. “Ling, this boy disrespects you; he needs to learn a lesson.

Only then will he understand right from wrong.”

“Mmm,” Dishi Ling shook her head lightly and looked at his profile. “People say a child’s faults are also the mother’s. If Wushuang is to be punished, I too should share the blame. You…I'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.