I was chased by my sickly junior brother who had two lives

Chen Jue took out a letter and handed it to Chen Jia. It was written by Wei Lang, the Shaoqing of Dali Temple.

When talking about Wei Lang, we have to mention her fate with Wei Lang.

As soon as she and Ajue returned to Kyoto, they saw that her master's wife and her entire family had been slaughtered. She and Ajue looked at the blood on the ground with weak legs and feet. The scattered body parts accompanied by the fishy smell made her unforgettable for the rest of her life.

She would never forget the tragic scene of her master's wife with only her head left in the water tank, with all her bones and flesh chopped off!

That day, she went crazy, and Ajue also went crazy, and the howling continued all night long.

When Wei Lang and his men arrived, they saw two beggars with red eyes howling among a pile of corpses.

Wei Lang discovered Ajue's token and brought them both back to the palace to meet the emperor of Daliang.

When Daliang was first established, the enemy deliberately killed the marshal's family in the newly established capital. This was a cruel assassination and a provocation to Liang. The emperor was furious and ordered Wei Lang to thoroughly investigate the case of the massacre of Chen Changhui's family.

Later, Chen Jue followed Wei Lang to investigate cases during the day, and brought Wei Lang's letters to her at night.

Over the past year, she has used the investigative skills her master Chen Changhui taught her to find clues about some enemy assassins. Although she has eliminated some of them, some have slipped through the net. Now, she has found clues about some more enemy spies, and she needs to write a letter to inform Wei Lang.

That's right, she had only met Wei Lang twice, once on the day she just returned to Kyoto, and once on the day the emperor ordered a thorough investigation of Wei Lang.

After that, she and Wei Lang were just pen pals, exchanging ideas and discussing cases through letters.

Chen Jia frowned as she looked at the letter. "It looks like we have to go to the palace."

Chen Jue skillfully put the letter into the box, her bright peach blossom eyes showing shrewdness, "Sister, can we eliminate them this time?"

"If this is successful, you won't have to be the fake son of the Minister of Rites anymore."

"I can't ask for it."

Chen Jue looked at Chen Jia's beautiful face and smiled: My identity has been restored, Ajia, you and I are no longer siblings, that's great.

Inside the palace, the emperor was reading memorials. Chen Jia brought Chen Jue into a side hall. The brother and sister nodded to Wei Lang who was standing beside them. This was the third time she had met Wei Lang.

The emperor put down the memorial and finally had a relieved smile on his face, "Ajue, come here."

Chen Jue came to the emperor obediently. The emperor held Chen Jue's hand tightly and said, "Your father is my mentor and right-hand man. The enemy country cut off my arm. As his son, you must completely wipe out the other party and never give them a chance to survive in Kyoto. Do you understand?"

Chen Jue nodded seriously, he had been waiting for this moment for a long time. Now that the clue had been found in the brothel, this time, he was going to skin and grind the enemy who had harmed his entire family to ashes!

"Your Majesty, I will avenge this blood feud!"

"Wei Lang, go with them!"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Chen Jue, Chen Jia, Wei Lang and their group came to the brothel. Wei Lang sent people to surround the entire yard. People from the Dali Temple rushed in and arrested whoever they saw. Chen Jue held a long sword in his hand. He was like a bloody devil. With every step he took, the blood of the enemy's spies and assassins would splatter three feet.

The wailing sound was endless, just like the night when she and Ajue returned home. The blood was so thick and the bloody smell was so strong, but she and Ajue did not show any mercy. In this world, blood debt can only be repaid with blood!

Chen Jue stood in front of Chen Jia, covered in blood. His face showed a vengeful madness, but he was also afraid of having blood on his hands, and his hands were shaking slightly.

Chen Jia held Chen Jue's hand and said softly, "Jue, don't be afraid, I'm here."

Chen Jue forced himself to smile miserably. He thought revenge was a very satisfying thing, but he didn't expect that killing people would be so torturous.

Wei Lang looked at Chen Jue, whose hands were shaking all the time, and kindly reminded Chen Jia, "Wash him and keep an eye on him tonight."

Chen Jia gave Wei Lang a grateful smile, "Thank you."

Wei Lang looked at Chen Jia's sweet smile, and the smile on his face became more genuine. "We don't need to thank you. We found some clues about the battlefield this time. I will go back and sort them out. I will let Ajue send a message to you in a few days."

Chen Jia glanced at Chen Jue, who was covered in blood, and said helplessly, "Jue is not fit to go to the palace to see the emperor like this. Can you let him go to your place to wash up?"

Wei Lang's face flushed for a moment. He cleared his throat and said after a while, "Well, that's fine."

Chen Jue washed himself in Wei Lang's courtyard, his hands still trembling, he thought he would have a nightmare tonight. Even though the murder left a shadow, he had to avenge his mother and kill his enemies himself.

Wei Lang looked at Chen Jia, who was sitting under the grape trellis. She was making tea. The sunlight shone on her body, like a halo, making her look so warm. His heart was moved uncontrollably.

He and her had been exchanging letters for more than a year, and although they had always been discussing the details of the Chen family massacre, the feeling of having similar interests and a common understanding intoxicated him. He silently liked this pen pal, but unfortunately, she was married and he could not cross the line.

Wei Lang sighed silently, and Chen Jue saw it all. Chen Jue knew that Wei Lang had a crush on Chen Jia, but he didn't want to bring them together. For some reason, his heart rejected this, so he would rather not know anything.

Chen Jia heard the noise, she walked towards Chen Jue with a cup of calming tea, her voice still so gentle, she held his slightly trembling hand tightly, "Calming tea can stop you from trembling, don't be afraid, everything will pass."

Chen Jue glanced at Wei Lang, who looked a little disappointed. Chen Jue's hand trembling weakened a little, and he actually felt a little relieved.

In the palace, the emperor decided to restore Chen Jue's status as the only son of Chen Changhui, Duke of Zhao, and pass the title of Duke of Zhao to him.

Before the emperor started the rebellion, he had been living in the home of Chen Changhui, who was not only the emperor's teacher but also his adoptive father. Later, when the emperor started the rebellion, Chen Changhui became the emperor's investor and marshal. The 8-year-old Chen Jue was left at home, and he never saw the emperor again.

To be honest, the emperor is also his half-brother, and they have a very good relationship.

Chen Jue knelt on the ground and said earnestly, "Your Majesty, my sister has a miserable life. Yang Xiu actually wants to demote my wife to a concubine! He is too much of a bully, and my sister married the wrong person. Please grant me a divorce."

The emperor rubbed his temples. What was coming finally came. He told Yang Xiu that unless Chen Jia was willing to be a concubine or divorce, Yang Xiu could not marry Sima Fei'er. He thought it was Yang Xiu's family affair and he didn't need to get involved, but he didn't expect Chen Jue to care so much about Chen Jia's marriage.

The emperor looked at Chen Jia. Since Chen Jia was the victim, he had to ask Chen Jia himself, "Chen Jia, what do you think?"

Chen Jia looked at Chen Jue deeply. She wanted to bring it up herself, but she didn't expect Ajue to take the lead. Now that all the spies and assassins have been eliminated and Ajue's life is safe, she has also given an explanation to her master. For the rest of her life, she wants to live for herself.

Chen Jia knelt respectfully and bowed to the emperor, saying earnestly, "Your Majesty, Yang Xiu and I didn't have much affection to begin with. Now that he has moved on to someone else, I don't want to stay in the Yang family and bring disgrace upon myself. Please grant me a divorce letter."

The emperor glanced at the dejected Chen Jia, then at the persistent Chen Jue, and sighed, "Forget it, I was also wrong about your marriage. Since the two of you can't get along, don't force it."

Chen Jue knelt on the ground and said to the emperor again earnestly: "Your Majesty, the dowry you gave to my sister was given to her by the Duke of Zhao's Mansion. Please allow her to take the things from the Duke of Zhao's Mansion so that my sister will have money to rely on and a place to stand after the divorce."

The emperor pointed at Chen Jue. He saw the calculation in Chen Jue's eyes, but... the emperor glanced at Chen Jia, and Chen Jia didn't seem to notice... Well, it was not easy for him to point it out directly. Since Jue had this idea, he might as well go with the flow.

"Tomorrow, I will send an order to the Yang family."

Chen Jue thanked him first, with a bright smile on his face, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

"You are even more active than Chen Jia."

"She's my sister, I'm definitely concerned about her."

Wei Lang lowered his head, and his clasped hands tightened slightly. Maybe... Chen Jue is not only his younger brother.

Chen Jia thanked the emperor. She didn't want to delve into what Chen Jue was thinking. Anyway, what she wanted to do most was to break up with Yang Xiu.

After returning to the Yang family, Chen Jia and Chen Jue came to the lobby. A letter was thrown directly at Chen Jia, who dodged sideways.

In fact, she began to follow her master Chen Changhui in his campaigns at the age of 12, and at the age of 15, she began to learn marching and fighting in the army with the 11-year-old Chen Jue.

In the past, for Ajue's safety, she could only pretend to be the daughter of the Minister of Rites who had no martial arts skills. But now... she didn't plan to pretend anymore.

Although Yang Xiu was slightly suspicious of Chen Jia's dodging ability, he was dominated by anger. He clenched more letters in his hands, and a pile of letters, which he had crumpled into a ball, lay on the ground.

Mother Yang pointed at Chen Jia's nose and said loudly: "Chen Jia, you are a married woman, how can you write to a man outside your family! What are these things you wrote? Huh? You dare to discuss officialdom in the backyard? If you don't want to live, are you going to drag our whole family to hell?"

Chen Jia looked at Yang's mother in confusion. Letters? The letters Wei Lang sent her were all top secret, and she burned them all. How could there be any left... Wait... Wei Lang would not only write her some letters to investigate the case, but also write some greetings during festivals.

Chen Jue opened his hands and blocked Chen Jia's way. There was a hint of anger on his face. "Old Madam, please be merciful. Sister is not someone who doesn't know her limits!"

The old lady got angry when she saw Chen Jue eating and drinking for free at home. Chen Jia, the stingy daughter-in-law, did not give her and her daughter the same food and clothes as Chen Jue. What was Chen Jue? He was just an outsider who would leave eventually. Why did he take her daughter-in-law's money, eat and drink for free, and eat and drink better than her?

The old lady had long forgotten that it was Chen Jia's dowry, and Chen Jia could give it to whoever she wanted.

The old lady slammed her cane on the ground and said angrily, "Your sister brought you, a burden and a jinx, back to our Yang family. How could she know her limits? And you, a traitor, eat my family's food and lure your sister to fool around with other men! You have ruined our family's reputation, and you still have the nerve to talk nonsense to an old woman like me!"

Although Chen Jue was angry, he smiled and looked at the old lady, "You are eating your daughter-in-law's dowry with a clear conscience. I am not as thick-skinned as you."

Chen Jia dragged Chen Jue behind her. She shook her head slightly at Chen Jue and looked up at Yang Xiu, completely ignoring the old lady who didn't know how to be grateful. "Yang Xiu, what do you want to do by playing this? Forcing me to demote myself to a concubine?"