Quick, female general, I traveled through time to save my father

Chapter 358: The Mother of the Bomen Raises Her Stepson 25

Sirong looked at Shen Junyao, her son who was not yet twenty years old but could already get a job in the Hanlin Academy.

I remember when I first met him, he was so thin and small.

"Whether you and I are divorced or not, I am still your mother."

"Even if your father and I become two families in the future, you don't have to choose whose home to go to. Both are your homes. Do you understand?"

Shen Junyao stood in the corridor, his Hanlin Academy official blue satin uniform lifted by the night breeze. Although only seventeen or eighteen years old, his expression was already filled with a calmness beyond his years.

"Mother, you're worrying too much." His voice was soft, but every word was clear. "Just do what you want. Don't worry about me and my sister. I know what to do."

The next day, Shen Junyao returned to the city before dawn. He left in a hurry, and the manager was worried, so he quickly sent a servant to follow him. He hurried over to report to Sirong.

By the time Sirong and Shen Tang chased after them, Shen Junyao and Shen Shigen had been confronting each other for a long time.

The father and son glared at each other like enemies.

"Rebellious son!" Shen Shigen's roar shook the sparrows on the beams and scattered. "Has all the ink of the Hanlin Academy been poured into the dog's stomach?"

Sirong ran up the stairs, skirt in hand, just in time to see Shen Junyao wiping blood from the corner of his mouth. A tear had broken through the sleeves of the young man's official robe, revealing the lotus embroidery on his inner garment, which she had personally sewn for him last year during the Dragon Boat Festival.

"My mother taught me well." Shen Junyao slammed the divorce agreement on the table, making the teacup clink. "At least she knew that a wife shouldn't be used as a stepping stone to get close to the rich and powerful."

Veins bulged on Shen Shigen's forehead, and he grabbed the inkstone and was about to smash it.

Shen Shigen slammed his fist and stood up, shaking the teacup so hard that it fell over with a clang, and the tea splashed onto the blue brick floor. The veins on his forehead bulged, and he pointed at Shen Junyao's nose and shouted:

"Bullshit stepping stone!" He sneered, his eyes full of sarcasm. "You've already entered the imperial court and will be married in less than two years. You should know the importance of your mother's family's support. Why are you still so naive?"

Shen Junyao's eyes suddenly turned cold, his fingers clenched in his sleeves, his knuckles turned white, but he still straightened his back and refused to give in.

"Besides, I haven't divorced my wife or remarried, so why should I sign a divorce agreement?" Shen Shigen waved his sleeves fiercely, his eyes blazing with anger. "If we sign this divorce agreement, will our Shen family's reputation be ruined?!!!"

Shen Junyao sneered, and the sneer in his eyes became even stronger:

"What reputation do you have left?" He stepped forward, staring at Shen Shigen. "Would your reputation be better if you married a concubine?" His voice suddenly rose. "My mother wants a divorce, and I want her to get it. This is what a son of mine should do!"

Shen Shigen's face turned pale. He suddenly raised his hand, as if to slap her, but froze in mid-air. He gritted his teeth and said, "You are not her biological child!"

A cold light flashed in Shen Junyao's eyes. He suddenly pulled open his collar, revealing the hideous scar on his shoulder blade. The skin and flesh were rolled up, which was shocking.

"So what if she's not my biological daughter?" His voice was hoarse, but every word was like a knife. "When I was almost starving to death in my uncle's house, she took me back."

He took a step closer, his eyes blazing with anger:

"I was abused by Shen Junbao from my uncle's family, and she was the one who took it out on me." He clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles crackling. "If I don't recognize her as my mother, who should I recognize as my mother?!"

Shen Shigen laughed in anger, his eyes full of contempt: "Whoever I marry as my legal wife will be your mother!!!"

"Then you sign the divorce papers. Madam Minghua is pregnant anyway. I will move to Zhuangzi to live with my mother and won't be back at the uncle's house anymore."

"you……!!!"

Shen Shigen slammed his palm on the table, causing the wolf-hair brush in the pen holder to tumble off with a "clack." He chuckled in anger, a cold glint in his eyes: "Good! Very good!"

His right hand unconsciously pressed on the sword at his waist, his knuckles turning white from the effort. "If you were on the battlefield, I would have killed you ten times."

Sirong, who had just entered the room, paused when she heard this. Shen Shigen turned around and glared at her: "Are you satisfied now? Seeing us, father and son, killing each other, are you particularly proud?"

Sirong raised her eyes, her gaze as calm as water. She reached out to straighten Shen Junyao's slightly disheveled collar, and her eyes trembled imperceptibly when they touched the old scar on his neck.

"Satisfied." Her voice was soft but firm. "My son is loyal and brave in protecting his mother. He knows that the master is in a high position and has great power, but he still doesn't back down. Of course I am satisfied with such a good son. Isn't the master satisfied?"

Shen Shigen kicked the table hard, and the teacup, writing brush, and ink spilled onto the floor. Veins throbbing on his forehead, he pointed at Sirong and shouted:

"He is disobedient and unfilial!!!"

Sirong did not retreat but advanced, raising her hand to sweep away the mess that had fallen upon her. A cold light flashed in her eyes, and every word she spoke was as sharp as a knife:

"That's because my uncle is not upright!" She sneered, "Of course my son can't help Zhou to commit atrocities!!!"

"You're talking nonsense!!!"

Shen Shigen's face suddenly turned pale, and the veins on his forehead bulged like thunder: "You——!"

Si Rong sneered and tapped the edge of the table with her fingertips. "Why, Master, you dare not admit it? Madam Minghua has been a widow for less than three months, and Master is already frequently in and out of her mansion. Do you really think that everyone in the capital is blind?"

Shen Shigen clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles cracking. "Stop spitting blood!"

"Slander?" Sirong pulled a silk handkerchief from her sleeve and gently shook it open. "The albizzia flowers on this handkerchief were clearly embroidered by Madam Hua herself. The uncle dropped them on her couch when he was drunk that day. Do I need to ask the embroiderer to identify the stitches?"

Shen Shigen's pupils suddenly shrank, and he suddenly jumped up to grab the handkerchief. Sirong had been prepared for this, and took a half step back to put the handkerchief back into her sleeve: "Master, why are you so anxious? I heard that the lady is already two months pregnant. Do you need me to send someone to get the pulse diagnosis form?"

"You!" Shen Shigen suddenly lowered his voice and gritted his teeth, "What do you want?"

Sirong gently smoothed the wrinkles on her sleeves. When she raised her eyes, a cold glint flashed in her eyes. "It's very simple. I signed the divorce agreement."

"Why do you insist on getting a divorce? You can tolerate the concubines in the mansion, so why can't you tolerate a concubine?" Shen Shigen looked lonely.

When Sirong saw his expression, there was no ripple in her heart.

I don't remember this part in the original plot. I think if it was the original owner, if she were standing here, her eyes would probably be red at this moment, and she would be heartbroken and resentful.

Or it wouldn’t have gotten to this point.

"My Lord, you're joking." Sirong gently smoothed the nonexistent wrinkles on her sleeves. "I'm not interested in this anyway, so I have no objection to who you bring into the mansion."

Si Rong smiled faintly: "Uncle, I am used to being lazy and I am most impatient with these kinds of formalities. I won't stop you from marrying or carrying anyone, but if you want me to organize the wedding banquet and arrange the etiquette for you, then forget it."

She raised her eyes, her eyes calm. "Rather than being perfunctory and upsetting the new wife, I'd rather vacate my position now and let you find a more virtuous person to take charge of the household."

Shen Shigen's expression changed slightly: "Are you threatening me?"