Chapter 1679: Chapter 1679: Gripping the Throat Tight

Where does a person begin to feel small like an ant?

Probably from being watched by someone who has crushed you from every corner since childhood, and suddenly realizing this recognition when seeing your own small reflection in their pupils.

Song Zhiqing tightly gripped the wheelchair’s armrest, wanting to say something, but found his mouth was rigid.

Song Zhiyuan straightened up, glanced down at him with disdain, and said nothing.

This silent punishment is more torturous than direct confrontation.

Song Zhiqing felt his back was completely wet, his inner garment clinging to him, sticky and uncomfortable.

"Prime Minister, the people from Changqing Temple said that Heavenly Master Zhong left two days ago," a house guard arrived, bowing to report to Song Zhiyuan.

Song Zhiqing’s heart skipped a beat, he lowered his eyes, and his fingers on the wheelchair curled slightly.

The eldest brother has discovered what he did?

No, he doesn’t have evidence.

Even if he had evidence, he could argue that the current Song Ci is not their legitimate mother but a demon possessing her; it must be so.

Otherwise, Song Ci’s changes wouldn’t be so drastic, and she knows things unheard of before. How would Song Ci, who only knew farming before, know those things?

Everything he does is to rid the Song Family of harm and bring back the true Song Ci.

Thinking of this, Song Zhiqing closed his eyes, feeling more assured.

He just wants the real mother to wake up; that’s it, he is not wrong.

"Find him, no matter where he hides," Song Zhiyuan ordered indifferently.

The house guard accepted the command and left.

At that moment, Jiang Fula also conducted a thorough search inside and out but found nothing, shaking his head towards Song Zhiyuan.

Song Zhiqing then said, "What is the eldest brother trying to find? Why not say it outright?"

Hearing this, Song Zhiyuan thought again of Song Ci lying on the bed, pale and unconscious, and a surge of anger burned within him. He abruptly turned around and instantly clamped his large hand around Song Zhiqing’s neck.

This sudden action surprised Song Zhiqing greatly, while the others, under Jiang Fula’s instructions, exited the courtyard, and he himself turned his back.

Song Zhiqing was panic-stricken, his hands grabbing the hand on his neck, his expression filled with fear as he glared at Song Zhiyuan, "You, you..."

The hand on his neck tightened increasingly, rendering him speechless, his face gradually turning purple, and his breathing becoming rapid.

So, this is what it feels like to have your throat squeezed.

The terrifying feeling of suffocation causes dizziness in one’s ears and eyes.

Song Zhiqing’s eyes bulged out, constantly slapping that hand while looking at Song Zhiyuan with growing terror.

This person wants to kill him.

Always did he feel that Song Zhiyuan only pretended to be gentle outwardly, when secretly fierce like a wolf.

Yet he knew this wolf was fierce externally and held some degree of benevolence internally, even if it was superficial hypocrisy.

His perception of Song Zhiyuan was fierce enough, but at most, he’d only cripple his legs, break his wings—it would end there.

In fact, he had considered, if he were Song Zhiyuan, he wouldn’t be so ’hypocritical,’ but would directly take the other’s life.

Oh, brotherhood?

Fraternal strife is nothing new; if he were Song Zhiyuan, he’d kill anyone in his way.

But precisely, he didn’t kill because he hadn’t yet reached the breaking point.

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