Soaring Of Galaxia
3

Strong-willed Dad#3

Qin Lianshan was not, in fact, already too far away from home; he was quietly sitting in the ancestral hall of the Qin family. As soon as he sat down, he did not leave the place for three days and two nights.

During these three days and two nights, he had only done one thing and did not stop for a second during the entire process. . .

He grinds his spear!

This ancestral spear had a luster as cold as the light of the midnight moon, and had witnessed the rise and fall of the Qin family for hundreds of years. It had been soaked in the blood of countless warriors, and this supreme legacy was now enshrined in the ancestral hall.

Every time the Qin family went into crisis, the family members would use this ancestral spear to restore hope for the family, restore the family prestige while leaving behind a trail of blood made by their enemies.

Qin Lianshan sent all the servants to prevent anyone from bothering him and concentrated on grinding the huge spear.

He had sent his son to the Martial Arts Academy hoping to see him back as a more lively and healthy person, but instead, his son had returned as a cold and dying body. He invited at least a dozen doctors and hoped one of them could tell him that his son had not died. But all of them, after checking his son's pulse, apologized telling him the same sentence: Prepare for his funeral.

A funeral?

If his son died, then the only family lineage would be cut off. It will be the funeral of the whole family!

Qin Lianshan did not even bother to consider his son's funeral. During these three days and two nights that his son was unconscious, he had only one thought in his mind; revenge, revenge!

Using the great ancestral spear, he would kill the assassin, and would not stop until there was nothing left in the assassin's family!

Qin Lianshan was the head of the House of the Lower Class in Eastwood Town. At the age of thirty-two, his only son Qin Wushuang came into his life.

To the aristocratic families in this world, it was simply unthinkable that there was no male heir; it could even be described as a disaster.

Although Qin Lianshan had been married for six years, he and his wife were only able to give birth to one daughter, Qin Xiu. Without a doubt, there were many rumors in the outside world surrounding this unfortunate reality.

"This Qin Lianshan, calls himself the 'Sustainable Mountain Range', yet he can't even continue his family's lineage! (In Chinese, 'Lianshan' means 'connecting mountains together') ”

"The "Qin family grew weaker over the generations. In the next round of "Family Class Evaluation", they might not even be able to defend their Lower Class Family title! "

“Hehe, I heard hundreds of years ago they were at least one of the richer ones. I don't expect that in the "Family Class Evaluation" that happens every twenty years they will be downgraded every time! In the next evaluation, I believe they will become ordinary civilians like the rest of us.

Some of these words were spoken behind him but somehow reached his ears; others simply did not care how Qin Lianshan felt and directly said everything they wanted in front of him.

Fortunately, his wife, Tian Miao, finally gave him a son, Qin Wushuang. Once this child was born, he had brought all the hopes of the Qin family, until he was killed in the Martial Arts Academy!

Qin Lianshan's wife also became ill and died shortly after giving birth to Qin Wushuang. First, he had gone through the pain of losing his wife, and now, Qin Lianshan also had to suffer the loss of his only son!

Qin Wushuang was the only descendant and hope of the Qin family. Now that he is dead, the plan to help the family restore his past glory is completely destroyed as well. How could Qin Lianshan not be angry? With his son, there would be hope for the Qin family! Without his son, everything would be nonsense!

Not because Qin Lianshan wanted to be so patriarchal, but that the social norms in this world were set, and clearly set to be dominated by men.

Take, for example, the national "Family Class Evaluation" event held every twenty years, and the next one will happen four years later. The results of this evaluation would determine whether the Qin family would still be able to maintain their position as nobles.

And the prerequisites for participating in this “Evaluation Family Class. . . ”It is that the family of the participant must have a male heir!

Then came all the other evaluation metrics.

If a family has no sons, then there is no need to look at the others. Everyone in this world knows that a family without a son will not last long.

Qin Lianshan was a strong-willed person, and the last thing he wanted to see was the Qin family, who had survived in the country for over four hundred years, and the Qin family, who had been living in the country for over four hundred years, lost glory during his generation and in his hands.

He would never give up, even though the current Qin family was already among the lowest class of the aristocracy, the Humble Class.

Even as one of the Lower-class families, the Qin family still retained their seats in the aristocracy, and that meant they would still be able to enjoy the corresponding benefits and rights of the aristocracy.

This includes social status, land (agriculture), plantations, business opportunities and so on. However, once their Humble Class title was also taken from them, they might be revealed to be ordinary civilians, meaning that their entire family business would also be transferred down with the title of someone else, too, and belong to someone else. As ordinary civilians, the Qin family was no longer allowed to own private property.

This once again brought back a cruel reality; after his son died, all the hopes the Qin family once had would instantly burn to ashes!

Since the enemy had destroyed all his hopes and the expectations of the Qin family, as a noble, Qin Lianshan had only one thought in his mind, and that was to make the enemy pay the same price.

Qin Lianshan stared at the rules of the family hanging on the wall of the ancestral hall.

Whoever wants to steal from the Qin family, we will pay them five times more.

Anyone who seeks to undermine the Qin family's status, we will pay them ten times more.

Whoever seeks to destroy the Qin family, we will destroy them with everything we have, regardless of the cost!

The spear had been milled and polished to the point that its light carried an eye-stinging coldness. However, the coldness in Qin Lianshan's eyes was even sharper than a spear.

It was midnight, and suddenly someone hit the door in full force. Qin Lianshan instantly knew that it was Qin Sixi's loyal servant. Only Qin Sixi knew that Qin Lianshan, the head of the family, was in the ancestral hall.

Qin Lianshan ignored the bangs and continued polishing his spear as if channeling all his anger and pain through the powerful movements of his arms …

Bang, bang, bang!

Shouted Qin Sixi while continuing to smash the door: "Patriarch, patriarch!"

Qin Lianshan replied angrily: "Sixi, I told you not to bother me!"

"Patriark, good news. Young master, he is still alive! "Qin Sixi couldn't hide the ecstasy behind her voice.

Bang out! Another explosion, but this time it was the sound of Qin Lianshan's spear falling.

Qin Lianshan stood stunned. He suddenly felt that all his strength had been unleashed and as his hand loosened, the spear fell to the ground. The head of the spear hit the grindstone and produced some sparks.

"Patriark, that's right! Young Master is alive! The Young Madam has sent servants to search for you throughout Eastwood Town. "Qin Sixi's eyes were filled with tears, and her every word immediately hit Qin Lianshan's chest.

"Living?" Qin Lianshan wanted to stand up, but he felt dizzy and his legs staggered. His son is not dead but alive?

He somehow managed to reach the door and was just about to open it but then he suddenly thought of something and stopped. Tidying himself up slightly, he turned around, took the ancestral spear respectfully, and placed it back in its original position.

After finishing all this, Qin Lianshan suppressed his excitement, and then calmly opened the door.

He is the head of a large family and the father of two children. All the strong emotions he had experienced now and in the past three days had to be left in the ancestral hall.

After she walked out the door, she should be the perfect role model for her children and the entire Qin family.

In front of him, he saw his daughter Qin Xiu running towards him happily: "Dad, Father! Wushuang is not dead! He's alive!"

Qin Lianshan looked at his daughter and then at Qin Sixi. His heart was already filled with emotions, but his expression remained extremely calm. He replied with just, “Ya, I know. ”

However, his actions betrayed him and showed how happy he was as he walked towards their house at a speed that was as if he was running.

"Dad, wait for me!" Qin Xiu could not even catch up.

"Young Miss ..." Qin Sixi gently shook her head, "Don't intercede Patriarch and let him go. He had been sitting in the ancestral hall for three days and two nights, and had suppressed his emotions for too long! "

"Uncle Sixi, Father has been inside the ancestral hall all this time?" Qin Xiu looked inside the building superbly.

“Yes, he has been grinding spears all this time. ”

Qin Xiu was stunned for a moment and suddenly understood what was happening. He could not help but lose the color on his face, and carefully asked: "Uncle Sixi, what is Father planning with the spear?"

Qin Sixi sighed: "Young Lady, you should never mention this matter in front of the patriarch. Now the young master woke up; everything had already passed. Let the ancestral spear continue to be immortalized here. ”

This loyal old servant had served Qin Lianshan for decades and knew everything about his personality. He knew that Qin Lianshan had always looked strong but had a very gentle heart. After the Qin Wushuang incident, Qin Lianshan had prepared to fight the enemy until he died.

Thank goodness the young master was still alive. The Qin family had also been saved from its destruction.

Qin Xiu slightly frowned and stared at the family rules in the ancestral hall. He was thinking something.

……

From the first glance that Wu Xinghe had captured Qin Lianshan, he knew exactly who that person was. He felt an invisible family connection between them as if they had been connected by fate since his previous life.

Qin Lianshan did not try to comfort his son with softly spoken words, but Wu Xinghe could tell from her eyes how desperate she had been in the past few days and how relieved she was now to see her son was fine.

It is like the ancient Chinese said: a father's love is like a mountain.

Wu Xinghe felt a little sentimental, and a little warm and moved.

And also through Qin Lianshan's eyes Wu Xinghe saw how important Qin Wushuang was to this man, and to the Qin family. He could feel the weight of all the pressures and difficulties the family faced.

At the same time, since the original Qin Wushuang was dead, he also felt that this weight was now on his shoulders.

Today, the real Qin Wushuang had died. This responsibility, without a doubt, had now fallen on Wu Xinghe's shoulders.

Should he shoulder the responsibilities of the family and face all the difficulties to come? Or should he avoid all conflicts and just take care of himself?

The heartfelt tears she saw in the eyes of her sister, Qin Xiu and the love she felt from her father, Qin Lianshan, seemed to have given her the right answer.