Chapter 4: Framing and Shifting the Blame

Wu Jiwen’s eyes reddened as she spoke to Meng Hongchang with a somewhat accusatory tone.

Meng Hongchang furrowed his brows tightly, letting out a cold snort in his heart. Which was more important, your son or the emperor’s son? The honor of the Meng family, cherished for generations in the Dali Kingdom, could not be sacrificed by his own hand.

“Since both eldest and second brothers have urgent matters, let’s start by examining their shoes first. Once that’s done, Mother can rest easy,” Meng Yuxi said with a faint smile.

“Mingzhe, sit down. Don’t go anywhere today. Let’s begin by comparing your shoes. If you’ve truly been blinded by greed and harmed your own brother, then don’t blame me for forsaking fatherly affection,” Meng Hongchang declared.

Two of the Meng family’s loyal guards stepped forward to remove Meng Mingzhe’s boots. As soon as they compared them, everyone was stunned.

The size, shape, and sole patterns were exactly the same as those on the back of Meng Yuxi’s boots.

All eyes turned in disbelief toward Meng Yuxi, wondering if this fool had known all along, which explained why he was so adamant about defending Meng Mingzhe.

Seeing this, Meng Mingzhe’s body went weak, and he knocked his head repeatedly against Meng Hongchang’s knees like a pestle grinding garlic.

“Father, I swear I didn’t do it! Someone must be framing me!” he cried.

Wu Jiwen hurried over and pulled Meng Mingzhe to his feet.

“Enough, child. You are a scholar in service, how can you behave like this? You’re brothers—always playing and fighting together since childhood. There’s no need to make such a fuss over a trivial matter. Just yesterday, Her Majesty the Empress even sent a letter about you entering the palace to chat,” she said soothingly.

Hearing Wu Jiwen’s words, Meng Yuxi realized they intended to smooth things over no matter what, now even invoking the Empress as a shield.

Meng Yuxi sighed heavily, drawing back everyone’s attention once more.

“Big brother, you’ve always been the most responsible in the family, a model to your brothers, embodying our family’s teaching of brotherly respect. Fourth brother here truly cannot believe you would joke with your brother’s life like this.”

“Yes, yes, Fourth Brother, you understand your elder well,” Meng Mingzhe chimed in, catching the hint of defense in Meng Yuxi’s tone and nodding eagerly.

“But these footprints match perfectly. Faced with such irrefutable evidence, Fourth Brother is deeply pained and remorseful. He can’t fathom what offense he gave you to cause such deep resentment,” Meng Yuxi’s tone shifted suddenly, his eyes reddening with a sorrowful, wronged expression.

His words completely contradicted Wu Jiwen’s earlier attempt to smooth things over.

At first, Meng Hongchang had only intended to make a show of it, hoping to blame someone close enough in shoe size. But to his shock, the prints matched perfectly. His eldest son had truly been blinded by greed to commit such a foolish act. If this scandal reached the emperor’s ears, with his ‘benevolent’ methods, just thinking about it made Meng Hongchang tremble.

Without a word, he grabbed Meng Mingzhe from Wu Jiwen’s grasp and struck him fiercely across the face, a flurry of blows that left Meng Mingzhe’s face swollen and bruised, yet he showed no sign of stopping.

Wu Jiwen tried to intervene, but no one in the Meng household dared contradict Meng Hongchang while he was in such a rage.

“Father, enough! If you keep hitting him, the medicine won’t even work,” Meng Yuxi said, grabbing Meng Mingzhe’s clothes and pulling him away with natural strength gained from daily weightlifting.

Meng Mingzhe flew backward and, by unfortunate coincidence, fell into the water of the Plum Blossom Pond.

Meng Yuxi’s act was not out of kindness, but because he caught a pleading look from Meng Hongchang’s eyes directed at him. No matter how disappointing Meng Mingzhe was, he was still the eldest son, and Meng Hongchang’s feelings had to be considered; he could not simply watch him be beaten to a wreck.

Meng Hongchang pointed at the drenched Meng Mingzhe and cursed, “If your fourth brother hadn’t begged on your behalf, I would have beaten such an ungrateful scoundrel—who forgets family ties and only seeks to climb the social ladder—to death!”

After this scolding, Wu Jiwen hurried to send people to pull Meng Mingzhe from the pond.

Meng Hongchang looked at his battered son and then ordered coldly, “Take Meng Mingzhe to the suburban villa, lock him away for three months to reflect. He must study the teachings of the sages properly and stop scheming for shortcuts, forgetting the very foundation of his standing.”

Meng Mingzhe could only nod weakly.

Two of the Meng family guards prepared horses and carriage, along with the family physician, to escort Meng Mingzhe away.

“Master, with Mingzhe wounded like this, and the Empress’s letter about him entering the palace…” Wu Jiwen said, her back to Meng Yuxi, but he could feel the chill emanating from her.

“No matter. Tomorrow I will personally go to the capital. If I see Her Majesty the Empress, I will explain that Mingzhe caught a cold,” Meng Hongchang waved dismissively, signaling Wu Jiwen to say no more.

“Today’s events are a family disgrace. You have all seen and heard it, but if anyone dares to speak of it again, I will cut out that person’s tongue for being too loose,” Meng Hongchang said coldly.

His steely gaze swept over everyone, who all immediately dropped to their knees, not daring to breathe.

Only then did Wu Jiwen approach Meng Yuxi, scrutinizing him up and down.

“Good child. A rinse in the Plum Blossom Pond water has truly cleared your head. Had I known its wonders earlier, I would have put you in it as a child to spare your father endless worry,” she said, smiling.

Meng Yuxi grinned and took her hand in his.

“Everything is arranged for the best. I will honor and care for you both well in the future. There is plenty of time, Mother, no need to rush,” he said.

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