Du Yang's banquet could be described as simple. There were only three cold dishes and a barrel of strong liquor.

Hua Jiayu looked at him with a heartache.

Although it is true that Dou Yang is now a Grand General, if we really compare his rank, it is still not as high as his biological father's. Moreover, he only recently became a Grand General, so his foundation is not stable, and he probably doesn't have much wealth either.

He and Du Yang had a few glasses, while Hua Jiayu ate cold dishes and chatted with Du Yang at the same time.

"How come you still keep that donkey with boogers on its nose?" Hua Jiayu asked with a smile. Of course, that's not the point. The point is, Dou Yang, who had achieved great honor, actually still rides on it!"

Du Yang whispered, "Back then, I was just in my teens. If I had really exchanged for a better horse or mule, I might have attracted bandits." In reality, he simply couldn't bear to use the silver note Flower Jiayu had given him.

Hua Jiayu: "......" Poor my main character.

After three rounds of drinking, Hua Jiayu felt dizzy. He knew he must have gotten drunk. Feeling lightheaded, he slumped onto the table and quickly fell asleep.

Dou Yang pushed him lightly and said, "Sixth Prince?"

No movement or sound.

Dou Yang's Adam's apple rolled as he gently brushed away the strands of hair on the young man's cheek. His gaze traveled inch by inch, passing by the tip of the nose, the earlobes, until it reached the slender and fair neck as smooth as silk.

He lifted the young man in his arms and placed him on the bed. He took off his shoes and supported himself with both hands on either side of the young man. The breath he exhaled was heavy and fiery.

As he leaned down, about to finally kiss the highly anticipated red lips of Xiao Xiang, a banging sound echoed from outside the door.

The steward boldly said, "Young master, the general's wife and several young masters and misses have been waiting for you in the front yard for quite some time. If you don't go soon, the general said he will personally come to invite you."

Dū Jùn passed by and definitely went straight through the door. Dū Yáng's veins bulged as he held back his anger, his eyes turning red. He suppressed his rage and said, "You go back first, I'll come later."

Hearing the butler leave outside the door, Dou Yang and the others stood up. Dou Yang took a young man's belt and tied him to the bed, of course, not forgetting to gag his mouth.

In that strong liquor, he secretly added a slow-acting aphrodisiac. Before long, the effect of the drug would take place.

Taking a deep breath, Dou Yang suppressed the burning desire in his heart and walked towards the front yard.

A large table was occupied by over ten people, but not a single one wore a friendly expression towards him. They were all perplexed, unable to understand why they had been invited to his family banquet if he was so unwelcome.

He had just sat down, and the bench was still cold when he heard Dou Jun saying, "You are also a general now, quite respected within the army. Father wants to get a few of your younger brothers in, so help take care of them a little." As he was getting older and hadn't been in battle for a few years, his prestige within the army indeed couldn't compare to Du Yang, who had just returned with a great victory.

Du Yang curled his lips into a cold smirk, his eyes filled with derision. "I am not the young master of the Du Mansion, so where does this 'little brother' come from?"

Du Jun became angry and slammed the dining table, shouting, "Unfilial child! Not only did you harm your mother, brother, grandparents, and grandparents, but I have raised you for over twenty years, and you can't even accomplish a single task!"

If possible, Dou Yang would rather not have him raise it.

As the legitimate son of the Duke's household, he slept in the cowshed and ate meals that were even worse than those of the servants. When winter came, all the servants had cotton-padded coats, except for him—he had nothing.

Ten years ago, they sent him to the frontier without giving him anything. If it weren't for the emperor sending someone to give him a donkey and a few small silver ingots, he would probably have died from exhaustion during the long journey to the frontier.

Du Yang stood up indifferently, disregarding the furious shouting from Du Jun behind him, and left the front courtyard.

In the room, the medicine's effects had already kicked in. The young man's face was flushed with a restless unease, his whimpering and moaning without tears were more stimulating than the best aphrodisiac, igniting a raging desire within him. There was a fire burning in his heart, blazing with urgency and temptation.

Not long after, a sound that made one's face turn red echoed in the room, and Hua Jiayu woke up in pain. He felt as if he were a driftwood floating on the sea, being kneaded here and there. This was the true feeling of excruciating pain.