Uncle Chu’s extra story

I am the third concubine of General Chu of Dongchen Kingdom. Ever since I was sensible, my aunt has been complaining about my father every day.

The other one is to beat me secretly. Why do you beat me secretly? Because if my aunt sees it, she will be punished.

My father fought abroad for many years and never came back. When I was six years old.

My father was granted the title of Marquis by the emperor because of his outstanding military exploits, so my father returned to the capital to receive the title.

My eldest brother became the heir to the palace. After my father returned to the palace, my aunt refused to let him enter the room.

Whenever possible, I would kick my father out. My father had no choice but to sleep alone in the study.

My aunt begged him on her knees and refused to enter her yard. This was unfair to my mother.

My aunt cried and fussed, saying that she had sacrificed a lot to give him a son, and that she had only slept with him once since they got married.

But what's the use of her doing this? My father didn't even look at her.

My aunt got angry at my father and pinched me when she came back to the yard. How could I be her opponent at the age of six?

I don’t know why, but my aunt suddenly reconciled with my father, and my aunt pinched me even harder.

She quarreled with my father every now and then. My father was a cold-blooded and ruthless general.

All his tenderness was given to his eldest wife, the princess, so my aunt changed from pinching me every day to pinching my second brother.

Why didn't she pinch my prince brother, because my prince brother is already ten years old.

He was well-taught by his mother and was both civil and military. Would my aunt dare to pinch him? She would definitely not dare.

My second brother is not someone to be trifled with. He would hit my aunt when she pinched him.

My aunt framed my second brother, and in the end, my aunt committed suicide.

Not only was I not sad, I was very happy. I remember that when I was only seven years old, my aunt almost killed my second brother.

After all, my second brother is only eight years old. Although he doesn't suffer much at ordinary times, he almost died when he did.

My aunt was so angry that she locked my aunt in the woodshed, and my father was so angry that he almost beat her to death.

I went to bring her food, and she scolded me: "You're a useless thing, you're not as good at pleasing your father as those two scoundrels."

Although I am only six years old, I also know the reason why my father likes my two brothers and sister.

That's because liking their mothers is love. My aunt hates her so much, so it's strange that my father would like me!

So she set the fire herself, thinking someone would rescue her, but the fire was too strong and burned her alive.

My father was very guilty of me, but there was nothing he could do to save me. My father had no choice but to adopt me into my aunt's name.

So I became the third son of the Hou family. I was taught by my aunt since I was a child to hate my aunt.

I also have to obey my aunt's words. Although my aunt has never made things difficult for us, mother and son, my aunt has always hated my aunt.

I also knew that I could not disobey my aunt, otherwise I would be beaten to death, so I obeyed her orders.

After my aunt died, I was very happy because no one would beat me secretly anymore.

My life was very comfortable, and my father had no time to take care of me. He was either fighting at the border or trying to please his wife at home.

It’s not that he doesn’t have time to take care of me, it’s that he doesn’t have time to take care of all his sons.

I was full all day long and ran out to play. When I was tired, I went to the little maid to rub my shoulders and back.

My aunt's death is like my aunt's grave, buried in a cup of loess.

I don't like reading scriptures and history, nor do I like official career and economics. I hang around among girls every day.

In the beginning, my aunt would still discipline me, and I told her fiercely.

"You killed my aunt, don't think I don't know, what qualifications do you have to care about me?"

So my aunt left me alone, and I became even more proud when I saw that she didn't dare to do anything to me.

I have developed an arrogant and domineering character. I am hard-working, strong and brave, and I have no chance of struggling.

But happiness always ends. I saw my father on the street.

He was wearing armor and riding on horseback, with a heroic appearance. He looked handsome and majestic.

He was the most heroic and domineering man I had ever seen, and I was stunned for a moment.

Until the little maid next to me pushed me and reminded me: "Third Young Master, Third Young Master"

I just came back to my senses and found myself staring at my father's face for a long time. My face suddenly turned red and I quickly lowered my head and pretended to look at the road.

My father noticed me, immediately reined in his horse, dismounted, and walked towards me.

I hurriedly turned around and walked forward, but my father caught up with me and asked: "Lao San, why are you here at this time?"

I whispered: "Oh, I'm shopping."

My father frowned and said, "Lao San, have you gotten into trouble again? Shouldn't you be in the academy at this time?"

I looked up at my father, and there was an unhappy expression on his resolute face.

I quickly shook my head and said, "I didn't cause any trouble. Today is a holiday."

"Are you really not in trouble?" my father asked, narrowing his eyes.

I nodded my head vigorously, like a chicken pecking at rice.

"Then why don't you dare to look into my eyes?" my father asked in a deep voice.

I was stunned for a moment, I didn't expect my father to be so sensitive, but now that I have made it clear.

I wasn't afraid to tell him anymore: "I just don't like reading."

My father was furious when he heard this: "You are outrageous."

"I'm not presumptuous. Is it wrong to not like reading?" I stood up and retorted.

Since I was a child, I have heard people say that my father is a tough guy with outstanding military exploits.

In fact, in front of my aunt, my father was just an ordinary middle-aged man.

He just makes others feel very strong, so I try not to be afraid of him.

He was silent for a long time, and then he said: "Since you don't want to study, I can't force you."

He paused and continued, "I hope you can practice martial arts well and go to the battlefield to train with your father in two years."

"Yeah, I will." I said.

My father sighed, then mounted his horse and galloped away. He had to go to the palace to report on his duties.

I stood there and looked at my father's leaving figure. I felt a little uncomfortable. I must have made him angry again this time.

I know that swords have no eyes on the battlefield, so this time my father asked me to go to the battlefield.

Of course I won't go, my requirements are not high, just give me enough food and drink.

My father was a powerful general. He fought bloody battles on the battlefield, killed countless enemies, and made great contributions to our Dongchen Kingdom.

But in my opinion, my father only fought to the death for his wife.

If he married someone other than a princess, then he wouldn't have to be so tired.

Thinking of this, I suddenly really started to hate the eldest princess's legitimate mother. Of course, I also hated her before.

But I don’t hate the way my aunt taught me, I just hate why I didn’t crawl out of her belly.

I hate her very much. I never think there is anything wrong with hating her because my aunt has always hated her too.

I am a person without ambition, and I don't want to be an upright general like my father.

Therefore, I am not willing to take risks, not to mention that swords have no eyes on the battlefield.

What if I get injured accidentally? What if I die on the battlefield?

I'm living so happily now, I don't want to die yet.

Unfortunately, my idea is doomed to be wrong. You have no right to choose when you are born in the Marquis Mansion.

I sighed, then slowly walked towards the door of the house and entered the courtyard.

I heard my aunt and my second brother arguing in the yard. The content of the quarrel made me very confused.

I hid outside and listened secretly. My eldest brother has been able to read and write poems since he was a child. He is talented in martial arts, has skill in doing things, and is decisive and independent.

My second brother is not much better than me, he also doesn’t like reading, and he was often beaten by his aunt.

Neither my father nor my aunt doted on him. The second brother was very naughty and made my mother angry, so my father beat him severely.

Although I don't like reading, I don't want to make my mother angry in front of my father.

And my mother will be more tolerant of me because I am not her biological child.

She taught me gently, and whenever I acted aggressively, she would retreat, so I became even more proud of myself.

My second brother is not as courageous as me. He is a child who has been beaten since he was a child.

I heard the second brother say angrily: "Am I your biological child? I have been forced to study literature and martial arts since I was a child. The third brother didn't learn anything."
To be continued...