The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady
chapter-1332

Aeternatix: Was gonna draw this out for longer, but 'eh. Subject matter is "Family Dinner"

The known waste of the Vermillion Bird Clan had always been Shen Jing when Shen Yanxiao had not yet returned.

When Shen Yu was still not born, Shen Jing was in fact a very intelligent child. Both Shen Feng and his wife valued Shen Jing very much.

Shen Jing had always wanted to grow up quickly. When Shen Yu was born, he sneaked a cup of wine from Shen Yu’s birth celebration and strolled in the garden. Then, everything that happened that night had changed his life.

At that time, Shen Jing was still small, but he could clearly remember that as he was walking by the lotus pond, someone had pushed him from behind.

Shen Jing did not know how to swim. Falling into the water, he constantly struggled until the cold pond quickly drowned him.

If the servant who had happened to pass by did not notice him, it was feared that he would not have lived long ago.

After that night, Shen Jing fell seriously ill. His high fever continued and kept him lying in bed for half a month.

Since then, Shen Jing had changed from an intelligent and excellent young boy to an ignorant and incompetent wastrel of a nobleson.

He did not study poetry, no longer cultivated magic, and his temper took a turn for the worste. Exactly like children of his age, he acted willfully and made a scene everywhere all the time. He tore off the pages of the books in his room and stacked every little thing, littering across the entire Vermillion Bird Clan.

Shen Feng and Shen Jing's mother had nearly died with Shen Jing behaving like that. For this reason, Shen Feng did not beat up Shen Jing any less. But even after a good beating, Shen Jing still continued to make trouble everywhere.

Everyone then learned that the genius youth of the Vermillion Bird Clan, after falling seriously ill once, became a little rogue who was both ignorant and incompetent.

At that time, because of Shen Yu’s birth, Shen Feng’s attention was not placed too much on Shen Jing. And as Shen Yu grew up, he, who was both intelligent and outstanding, gradually made Shen Feng regard Shen Jing’s change as an unimportant matter. Instead of teaching him a lesson or two all day long, he would rather pay more attention to cultivating Shen Yu, who was a good seedling.

Shen Jing grew up in constant ridicule and directly became the most insignificant young master of the latest generation of the Vermillion Bird Clan.

But after his temperament had changed, the tragedy of that night had never happened again.

Shen Jing had never told anything of this to anyone.

That night when he fell into the pond, he clearly saw a familiar figure.

It was a handsome youth, and his face was similar to his in six points. However, on that face, Shen Jing saw a strong hatred and murderous intentions.

With Shen Jing’s intelligence, he understood everything almost immediately. Therefore, he concealed his strength and bided his time to avoid the spearhead. He stripped off his brilliance and cut off his wings, and only hoped to keep on living in peace and calm.

No matter how that person felt when he pushed him into the water that night, in Shen Jing’s heart, he was still his brother, his blood-related brother.

However, Shen Jing did not think that his actions of hiding away from his own talents would allow some people to escape the spearhead.

His eldest brother, Shen Yu... All of his brothers who might compete with that man for the position of the Clan Head had suffered from his vicious attacks. Shen Jing greatly despaired.

In the face of his dead brothers, he was filled with guilt, and in the face of his vicious and merciless brother, he still held a glimmer of hope.

Perhaps…

Perhaps as long as he was allowed to get what he wanted, the people of the Vermillion Bird Clan would no longer have to suffer any disaster.

However, Shen Jing was wrong, he was outrageously wrong.

The appearance of Shen Yanxiao broke everything, and also pushed the Vermillion Bird Clan, which had been stable for a long time, into an endless abyss.

Shen Jing did not hate anyone, there was only unbounded sorrow in his heart.

They were all his family, his brothers.