Shen ying

Chapter 3

 The afternoon had been anything but peaceful. Shen Yuan had barely managed to calm down after their child—his and Binghe's precious child—had been whipped with what looked like zidian and that weapon was owned by sect Madame of jiang. 

The violent lashing had left deep, angry welts across their small body, and the fever that followed had pushed the child to the very brink of death. The little child  was now being treated by qian cao peak,mu qingfang

 leaving Shen Yuan on edge, trying to process it all. And just when he thought he might catch a break, the door slammed open.

Of course. The hack of an author barged in like he owned the place, completely oblivious to the tense atmosphere. Shen Yuan's eye twitched. 'Great,' he muttered darkly, 'the dumbfuck author strikes again.'

Binghe, who was so poised earlier in morning,now , had been on the verge of tearing the world apart when their child was hurt. Only Shen Yuan's quiet but firm hand on his arm had stopped him from rushing to jiang  sect of yunmeng and confronting anyone who had even looked at their child wrong. 

The so-called hack of an author, absolutely not his best friend, stumbled in with all the grace of a drunk ox. 'Cucumber bro,I-"

'No,' Shen Yuan snapped, his voice like ice, sharp and ferocious as if he was ready to hunt his prey. His patience had already been hanging by a thread, and this was the final straw. 'Not now.'

The author blinked, the grin faltering as he looked between Shen Yuan and Binghe. He must have noticed the dark cloud looming over both of them because, for once, he seemed uncertain. 'But I just—'

 looking between Shen Yuan and Binghe. 'What... happened?'

Shen Yuan's shoulders sagged, his voice heavy with grief and rage. 'Our ying  was whipped with a spiritual weapon,it seemed like zidian' he said flatly. 'He is being treated at Qian Cao Peak now.'

Shang Qinghua's eyes widened in shock, his usual carefree attitude dying in his throat. 'Spiritual weapon ? You mean... Madame jiang of yunmeng ? Why the hell—'

'Exactly,' Shen Yuan cut in, his voice taut with fury. 'We don't know why or how, but our child was struck. And now, he is fighting for his life.'

Beside him, Binghe said nothing, but the air around him crackled with the dangerous energy of barely-contained rage. His eyes were fixed on the door, as if he were waiting for someone to walk through it with good news

Shang Qinghua took a step back, clearly realizing how close Binghe was to losing it. 'I... I didn't know. I'm sorry.' 

Shen Yuan closed his eyes and exhaled slowly, trying to keep his own emotions in check. 'It's fine." We're just... waiting now.'

Shang Qinghua gave them both a hesitant nod before quietly joining , joining Shen Yuan and Binghe  in the stifling silence.

Shen Yuan exhaled shakily, leaning slightly against Binghe, who instinctively reached out to steady him. They were in this together, waiting, hoping, and fearing the worst for their child. All they could do now was hold onto each other and hope their ying survives 

It was hard to know what to say when the air was thick with worry. Still, in typical Shang Qinghua fashion, he was going to give it a try.

'So... how's the little one holding up?' he asked, attempting a gentle tone

Shen Yuan let out a long sigh, rubbing his forehead. 'Not good. The fever's still high, and Mu shidi is doing all he can, but... I don't know, airplane bro. I feel useless just sitting here. I keep thinking about how it happened... about that Zidian.'

Shang Qinghua winced, trying to find the right words. 'Yeah... Zidian. That's no joke. Getting hit with that...'

Shen Yuan's face twisted, his voice tight with anger and helplessness. 'It wasn't just any weapon. That whip—those strikes weren't meant for a child. It's a weapon designed to tear through full-grown cultivators. My ying... our little ying... was whipped with it like he was nothing. And now he ś  suffering for it. He can barely breathe through the pain, and the fever just keeps getting worse.'

Shang Qinghua looked like he might fall apart himself, hearing that. 'Holy fuck,cucumber bro. That's... that's horrific.'

'It is,' Shen Yuan muttered, staring blankly at the floor. 'And I wasn't even there. I couldn't stop it. I can't do anything now but sit and wait and hope that Mu shidi can fix it. He is so small, airplane bro . So fragile.'

Shang Qinghua fumbled for something comforting to say, his voice a bit higher-pitched than normal. 'But... look, Mu shixiong is a genius healer, right? If anyone can bring the little one back from something like this, it's him. And your kid's tough—got that from Binghe!'

Shen Yuan let out a strained chuckle. 'Yeah, tough like Binghe... I hope you're right.'as he remembered bingmei no binghe crying face when he rejects that he doesn't want to make love with binghe 

'I know I'm right!' Shang Qinghua said enthusiastically, then hesitated. 'I mean, probably. Definitely. Your little one's a fighter. And once he is  up and about, you can spoil him rotten and tell him how proud you are of how brave he was,and... y'know, maybe teach him to dodge next time?'

Shen Yuan's lips twitched into a small smile despite himself. 'Dodging Zidian... Yeah, good luck with that.'

'Hey, kids learn fast!' Shang Qinghua said with a grin, glad to see Shen Yuan smile, even if it was brief. 'Besides, no one's going to let Zidian anywhere near your kid again. You and Binghe? You've got a solid defense team right there. Madame Yu will regret the day she ever even looked at your family sideways.'

'She'd better,' Shen Yuan muttered darkly, his gaze hardening again. But he let out another breath, less tense this time. 'Thanks, airplane bro . For trying to make me feel better.'

'Anytime, my friend,' Shang Qinghua said, giving a thumbs-up. 'I'm the emotional support guy, here to distract you with my awkwardness and make things just a tiny bit less horrible.'

Shen Yuan shook his head, a bit more relaxed than before. 'You're doing a decent job of that.'

The door slid open quietly, and a disciple entered, bowing deeply with a composed expression. His posture was respectful, and his voice steady as he addressed them both.

'Shizun,Shang shishu,luo binghe' the disciple said, keeping his head lowered slightly. "Qian cao peak has sent me with urgent news regarding your son. The young master's condition has stabilized, and the fever has broken. He is awake and asking for you.'

Shen Yuan felt his heart skip a beat, the weight on his chest suddenly lighter. 'He's... awake?' he repeated, his voice trembling as he glanced at Binghe, the tension in the room easing just slightly.

'Yes, Shizun,' the disciple confirmed, his tone respectful but tinged with relief. ' peak lord mu is confident that the young master will make a full recovery. He requested your immediate presence at Qian Cao Peak.'

Binghe, who had now been standing stiffly, immediately straightened, his expression still hard but softening with visible relief. 'We'll go at once,' he said, his voice low but commanding, already moving toward the door with purpose.

The disciple, ever formal, bowed again. 'I will inform peak lord mu of  your arrival, Shizun.' With that, he excused himself, leaving the room.

Shen Yuan stood up, feeling his legs wobble slightly as the tension drained from his body. 'Our son... he's really alright.'

Binghe's grip on Shen Yuan's hand tightened as he gently pulled him toward the door. 'Let's go see him. He's waiting for us.'

Shang Qinghua, never one to miss an opportunity, was already heading toward the door. 'I'll come too! Moral support, right? I mean, you've been through a lot, and someone's got to make sure you two don't just stand there staring at each other when you see him.'

Shen Yuan rolled his eyes but couldn't suppress the smile creeping onto his face. 'Thanks, airplane bro. You're really... something.'

'Something great,' Shang Qinghua chimed in cheerfully as they all made their way to Qian Cao Peak, hearts lighter and hope renewed.