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

Wei Lang followed Wei Kuang hurriedly back home. As soon as he stepped into the main hall, he saw his uncle Wei Yan sitting on the armchair with a gloomy face, his hands tightly gripping the armrests, and anger emanating from his whole body.

"Wei Lang, do you know your mistake?"

Wei Yan slammed the table hard, and the sound echoed in the empty hall like a loud thunder.

Wei Lang was neither humble nor arrogant. He bowed slightly and saluted, but his expression was extremely calm.

"Uncle, I don't know what I did wrong."

Wei Yan's eyes widened, as if fire was about to burst out of them. He stood up, walked a few steps to Wei Lang, pointed at him, and was so angry that his beard began to tremble.

"You promoted the generals of Shouchun without consulting the family. Isn't this ignoring the interests of the family? Do you know what kind of trouble this will bring to the family?"

Wei Lang took a deep breath, raised his head, looked directly into Wei Yan's eyes, and answered calmly.

"Uncle, listen to what I have to say. The generals of Shouchun are all the generals of the Duke of Zhao. My move has its own meaning. Although the Wei family is a big family, it has no connections in the army. If you want to quickly gain access to the military's connections, you must let the generals of the Duke of Zhao take the lead."

Wei Lang paused, observed Wei Yan's expression, and continued.

"Think about it. If this is done, other soldiers who are not the direct descendants of the Duke of Zhao will realize that the Wei family can help them win military merits. Those generals who have not been rewarded will naturally want to surrender."

After hearing this, Wei Yan frowned, and his expression eased a little, but there was still doubt in his eyes. He paced back and forth in the hall and stopped after a long while.

"Are you really planning this? Don't make things worse, or your family will suffer along with you."

Wei Lang looked determined, stood up straight, and spoke sincerely.

"Uncle, I know what I am doing. I hope you will trust my plan. If it doesn't work out, I will bear all the consequences."

Wei Yan didn't think Wei Lang could afford the consequences, but he was willing to give it a try.

"Hmph, do you think you can handle the consequences? I don't think so! But now that it's come to this, tell me, what will the old subordinates of the Duke of Zhao's Mansion do next?"

Wei Lang thinks that this matter depends on whether his old subordinates are too proud or too cautious.

"Uncle, the key to this matter is whether these old subordinates are too proud or too cautious. If they are too proud because of their power and make mistakes, we can use them as a favor and take the opportunity to buy the hearts of these erring generals."

Wei Lang walked over to Wei Yan, poured him a cup of tea, and continued.

"But if they are cautious and careful, then we can only find another way to make the former subordinates of Duke Zhao grateful to our Wei family."

The candlelight in the hall flickered slightly, illuminating the solemn faces of the two people.

Wei Yan remained silent, his brows furrowed, as if he was weighing what Wei Lang said.

Wei Lang looked determined as he waited for Wei Yan's response.

After a long while, Wei Yan turned around and looked at Wei Lang.

"This is a serious matter, you better make sure your plan works."

Wei Lang nodded solemnly.

"Uncle, rest assured. I will do my best."

When Chen Jia returned home and stepped into the room, Chen Jue came to greet her hurriedly.

Seeing the injuries on Chen Jia's body, Chen Jue's face turned pale instantly, and his eyes were full of heartache and worry.

"Sister, what's wrong with you?"

Chen Jue's voice was trembling, and he was about to go get a doctor.

"Ajue, don't go. I'm not seriously injured. I just need to take care of myself."

Chen Jue ignored Chen Jia's obstruction.

"No, sister, we must ask a doctor to come and see me. I don't want anything to happen to you."

After saying that, he hurried out to ask for a doctor. Chen Jia could only stay where she was.

After a careful examination, the doctor wrote out a prescription. Chen Jue went to boil the medicine himself, busying around in the kitchen, with beads of sweat on his forehead.

Chen Jia looked at her brother who was so busy, so she took out a round fan and fanned him.

"Ajue, you are making a big fuss about nothing. I am only suffering from minor injuries."

Chen Jue walked up to Chen Jia with the medicine in his hand, his lips slightly raised, but his eyes were serious and paranoid.

"Sister, please don't put yourself in danger like this again. I am the only one who can protect your safety. I don't trust anyone else."

"Oh, can you protect your sister?"

"Sis, if you do this again, do you need me to show you?"

"No, I believe you."

Chen Jue then smiled with satisfaction, but a barely perceptible possessiveness flashed in his eyes.

"Sister, you must trust me in the future."

One day, those generals who had won military merits came to express their gratitude.

Upon hearing this, Chen Jue hurried out to greet them enthusiastically.

"Please come in, generals. My father has always mentioned you. It is a great honor to have you here today."

Chen Jue's face was filled with a sincere smile, and his words were full of humility and courtesy.

"Mr. Chen, your father is our good brother. Seeing how outstanding you are, his spirit in heaven will be pleased."

"Thank you for your praise, General. I will have to rely on the care of you uncles in the future."

"Mr. Chen, you are a smart kid, and you speak in a pleasant way."

"General, you are too kind. I am just speaking the truth. Whenever I hear about the heroic deeds of the generals on the battlefield, I admire them very much."

At this time, Chen Jia smiled and said: "Generals, my brother always praises your achievements and wants to learn from you."

"Sister is right. My admiration for all the generals is like a surging river."

The generals laughed.

Chen Jue was busy arranging seats, ordering tea to be served, and having a pleasant conversation with the generals.

"This battle was won thanks to the bravery of all the generals. Although I have not been on the battlefield, I know the hardships involved."

"It's good that Mr. Chen understands. We soldiers hope to do more for the country and the people."

Chen Jia nodded in agreement: "The righteousness of the generals is truly a role model for us. It is a blessing for the country and the people to have you here."

"Yes, with the help of all the generals, there is hope for the revival of the Zhaoguo Mansion."

"Young Master Chen and Miss Chen are so sensible. Duke Zhao's Mansion will surely regain its glory. We are also more willing to interact with Young Master."

Chen Jia and Chen Jue hurriedly expressed their gratitude, and the atmosphere became more harmonious.

Chen Jia and Chen Jue were toasting and chatting with the generals, and the atmosphere was lively.

Just then, a servant ran in hurriedly, looking panicked.

"Master, Miss, something bad has happened! Yang Hui is blocking the door and shouting!"

Chen Jue frowned, put down his wine glass, and looked at Chen Jia. Chen Jia's face also darkened.

"Generals, I'm so sorry, there's something wrong at home. Please follow my sister and I to take a look."

Chen Jue stood up and said. The generals nodded and followed Chen Jue and Chen Jia to the gate.

Along the way, Chen Jue had a solemn expression on his face, secretly pondering the reason why Yang Hui was causing trouble.

Chen Jia quickened his pace, thinking about how to solve this trouble as soon as possible.