After I killed him for 9,000 years, he was reborn.

The bright red blood oozed out from the mourning cloth tied on Tong Wenjie's forehead, slowly flowed down his forehead, and mixed with his tears. The corners of his eyes also turned red due to extreme sadness, as if awakened by this sudden blow. For the first time in his life, he raised his head and bravely looked directly at his furious father Tong Guoan.

"What are you looking at?

You, a rebellious son, dare to look at me. I will beat you to death today... "

Tong Guoan roared, his voice deafening.

In Tong Wenjie's eyes, the anger and hatred that could not be concealed made Tong Guoan's rage even more intense. He rushed forward, raised his fist, and wanted to beat up this annoying son in front of him.

Tong Wenjie smiled bitterly, did not dodge, but just gently closed his eyes, waiting for the familiar pain to come.

However, after a long time, the familiar rain of fists did not come. Tong Wenjie opened his eyes in confusion and found that Tong Guoan was stopped by someone.

A loud voice rang out: "Master Tong, why are you showing off here?

"Why, you were defeated in the imperial study today, and for the sake of your beloved woman and son, you even gave up the title of Duke of Yue and the position of the Nine Gates Commander.

Who doesn't say that you, Master Tong, are a man of great passion and true love, and that it is worthy of praise and tears?

Master Tong, you have now gotten what you wanted, so why are you still angry? Could it be that you are dissatisfied with the decision of the Emperor's uncle?"

The person who spoke was Franklin. He grabbed Tong Guoan's arm, tilted his head, stared at the furious Tong Guoan with a pair of blue puppy eyes, and looked at him with a smile.

Tong Guoan was already full of anger, and he became even more furious when he heard Franklin's words, but he didn't dare to show it. After all, if he was dissatisfied with the emperor's decision, he couldn't show it on the surface, otherwise he would be courting death.

Tong Guoan gasped heavily as if a large basin of cold water was poured over his head. His original anger was extinguished in an instant. He could only suppress his anger and unwillingness deeply in his heart.

Tong Guoan looked around and found that many pairs of eyes were staring at him with interest, as if waiting to see a farce.

"Let go..."

Tong Guoan lowered his voice and tried to make his tone sound calmer.

But his heart was filled with humiliation and unwillingness, a feeling that he could hardly bear. However, facing the gazes of the crowd, he could only choose to endure.

Tong Guoan, who felt extremely humiliated today, threw away his arms and glared at Tong Wenjie fiercely, saying, "Tong Wenjie, I don't have a son like you. I'm going to kick you out of the house."

"It turns out that my father, who was as insurmountable as a mountain in my eyes, could be so helpless and furious."

Looking at his angry but helpless father Tong Guoan in front of him, Tong Wenjie, whose heart was as calm as a pool of stagnant water, suddenly had such a ridiculous idea in his mind.

Seeing that his son Tong Wenjie, whom he usually looked down upon, did not panic, did not cry for mercy, and seemed to calmly accept the fact that he was kicked out of the house, this instead aroused Tong Guoan's anger even more.

But now Tong Guoan had no say in the situation. He angrily kicked over two innocent flower pots at his feet and turned around to walk to the backyard.

"Master Tong, please wait. People from the Dali Temple are searching the residence of Li's mother and son. Master Tong has a close relationship with Li's mother and son. Master Tong, please go to the study first and don't go to the backyard, so as not to affect the Dali Temple's investigation."