The middle-aged man angrily said, "Look, do you think you're doing something a son should do?"
"Do you think you're saying something a father would say? Listen, listen to this crime — instigating a servant girl to embezzle pills? My dear father, I almost lost my life in her hands. Did I instigate her to take my life? Do I look like someone who isn't afraid of death? "
"… Then what do you say about offending Miss Xie?"
"I adore her! Is adoration wrong? Ask these people — — who dares to say they don't like Miss Xie? "
"… No matter what, a mistake is a mistake!"
The corners of Guan Heng's lips curled up and he suddenly laughed, but his eyes were cold. Like a small knife, he looked at the serious-looking middle-aged man with a face as dark as iron.
He shrugged and said self-deprecatingly, "So this is the truth, right?"
"The crime isn't important at all. It's just an excuse to lock me up until the end of time. Lock me up until the end of time. Lock me up until the young lady of the Xie family dies of old age alone or remarries. No, she can't remarry. If she remarries, her engagement with me will be the only stain on her.
The youth's voice became louder and louder, and his eyes were sharp.
He put away all his jesting thoughts and sharply pointed out the situation — — perhaps it was because the person standing in front of him was his father, the family he cared about the most, and the one he couldn't bear to be hurt the most.
Guan Heng's lips curled up into a bitter smile. He looked straight at the middle-aged man and shook his head. He said mockingly, "Thinking about it this way, in order to save my life, I should pray that she dies alone?"
"How dare you disrespect Miss Xie!"
Someone in the crowd shouted angrily. The voice was delicate, and it seemed to be a woman.
Hearing this, Guan Heng curled his lips and sneered.
He put his hands behind his head. Yuguang glanced in the direction of the voice and said disdainfully, "I'm just speaking frankly. Unlike some people who hide and don't dare to show their faces … "
"Ah."
The middle-aged man suddenly sighed and interrupted the youth's complaints.
He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. Then, he raised his head and said earnestly, "Heng'er, I didn't mean to make things difficult for you."
"Think about it carefully. Since you were young, what was the sentence that Father said to you the most?"
Guan Heng said, "… Look, there's a beautiful girl who's alone over there. She wants me to warm her up for the long night?"
The man blushed. "I didn't say that!"
"… From today onwards, she is your concubine XX."
"It's not that sentence either!" The middle-aged man blew at his beard and glared at him. He sighed loudly. "It's rare to be confused, it's rare to be confused!"
After he finished speaking, he shook his head repeatedly, and his frown deepened. Fine wrinkles appeared at the corners of his eyes, and a murky light appeared in his eyes.
This time, it wasn't the dust on the wall that entered her eyes, but the tears that flowed down her cheeks.
His gaze was sorrowful and helpless. He shook his head repeatedly and sighed. "Heng'er, you've been smart since you were young. How Father wishes … that you could pretend to be confused occasionally."
Guan Heng raised his eyebrows and retorted bluntly, "I know how to pretend to be confused. When I really pretend, I can pretend to be more confused than anyone else."
"But there are some things that you can't be confused about, such as freedom."
The man said, "Compared to your life?"
Guan Heng was suddenly stunned.
He opened his mouth in disbelief, but he couldn't utter a single word. His mind turned over and over again, and there was only one thought: Has the situation really become so serious that they want to take my life?
The sun shone on the leaves. Every time a breeze blew, the branches and leaves would tremble, and a sparkling light would appear.
The light was reflected in the eyes of the two people who were confronting each other. The middle-aged man's expression was obscure, and Guan Heng stared at him without blinking. His face was pale again at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Xie Ziyou had always been a villain. This was the first time he had taken on a cheat, and it was also the first time he had seen the growth of the protagonist.
He looked at the teenager's red eyes, which were full of blood vessels, and couldn't help but feel a little distressed.
He had done nothing wrong, and he had been protecting the family wholeheartedly. It was just that other people were fighting for benefits, and the teenager was squeezed into the teeth of the storm. He had painstakingly supported himself for more than ten years, and the burden that was constantly weighing down on his shoulders was as heavy as a thousand catties. But today, under the provocation of the Xie Family's fairy, it fell apart, and the earth shook and the mountains shook.
Suddenly, a man in the crowd whispered, "Why go through so much trouble? Just kill them all."
Although the voice was low, it was loud enough for everyone to hear.
Guan Heng suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of the voice!
Several members of the Guan Jia branch hurriedly lowered their heads and pretended to be interested in the fallen leaves on the ground.
The fallen leaves were rolled up by the wind, and as they turned over, they revealed the rotting traces of insects gnawing on the stems. Guan Heng looked at the dark swirl of hair in front of him, and suddenly felt like his heart was being cut by a knife.
Xie Ziyou heard him muttering to himself in disappointment, and said softly, "Those people are my friends. Every day when we meet, they call me Heng Ge."
Listening to the teenager's despondent voice, Xie Ziyou felt a lump in his throat. For the first time in his life, he felt that someone else was not worthy.
Especially when he glanced through the edge of the jade bracelet and saw the cold and hard faces in the crowd. The elders of the Guan Jia, the members of the family, and even the stewards and servants … all looked at Guan Heng with greed and disgust. They had completely forgotten how they had oppressed the protagonist in the past ten years to earn glory and splendor for themselves.
They were like a group of blood-sucking leeches, greedily clinging to the teenager's body and sucking his flesh and blood. Little by little, they built a deformed nest like Guan Jia.
Now that Guan Heng had lost his usefulness, they decisively left. They were selfish and ruthless. Before they left, they stepped on the scarred teenager a few times to ensure that he would forever fall into a quagmire and never be able to rise again.
Guan Heng looked around the crowd with hopeful eyes. He anxiously glanced at the familiar faces, and his expression was almost pleading.
But everyone was avoiding his gaze. They lowered their heads and swallowed their conscience and morality into their stomachs.
The teenager in the center of attention was once the pillar of the entire Guan Jia. But on the contrary, he was also the dark history of the Guan Jia, which was inferior and cowardly. He represented the past that everyone feared to avoid.
The light in Guan Heng's eyes dimmed little by little.
He suddenly laughed in a low voice. His voice was bleak, like gravel rubbing against each other.
Then the teenager stopped smiling. His nose was straight, and his eyebrows were as cold as a knife. His eyes revealed a trace of steadiness that did not match his age.
He turned his head and stared straight at the middle-aged man. He said word by word, "That. Is. Also. Not. Enough!"
The whole audience was silent.
The middle-aged man took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes.
He said in a deep and deep voice, "Heng 'er, you shouldn't have revealed your Internal Force cultivation."
In the eyes of someone with ulterior motives, it became a disaster.
Guan Heng sneered and said coldly, "What should a son do? Close your eyes and wait for death? "
The man's eyes were filled with pain. He said in a low voice, "… Yesterday, your thirteenth concubine was pregnant. Xuan doctors checked. It's a boy."
Guan Heng, "…"
The teenager was stunned again.
Xie Ziyou looked on helplessly as sadness welled up in Guan Heng's eyes. His black hair was blown dry by the wind and floated back and forth along his strong cheeks, like duckweed drifting away from its roots.
The teenager's voice was hoarse as he forced out a smile, "Then I'm going to have a younger brother? That's great. Congratulations. "
The middle-aged man said, "So … you're no longer my only son."
Guan Heng nodded and said in understanding, "I understand." After a pause, he repeated, "I understand."
He wasn't the only one, so even if he sacrificed himself, it wouldn't hurt him that much.
Although Guan Heng had a smile on his lips, the light in his eyes was as dark as a deep pool. The youthful vitality of a teenager was smashed away by the heavy pressure, and the weariness and decadence hidden deep in his heart quietly emerged. Like a ghost's ghost fire, it faintly flickered in his dim eyes.
Xie Ziyou's heart suddenly trembled.
He thought gloomily that if he wasn't a villain, he might be able to pat the protagonist's shoulder and give him a shallow hug.
As he thought this, the blue jade bracelet suddenly moved according to his thoughts, and an ice-cold feeling stuck to the teenager's wrist.
A refreshing coolness spread along his ulna, like eating a fresh melon on a summer's day. It was comfortable and refreshing, dispelling the suffocating heat. Guan Heng's heart suddenly jumped. Although it was weak, it couldn't be ignored.
This touch pulled the teenager out of his trance. Guan Heng blinked hard, and his tightly clenched fists quietly relaxed.
He raised his right hand and stroked his left wrist, gently and tenderly stroking the jade bracelet for a moment, and then let out a long sigh.
Xie Ziyou was suddenly touched, and he was stunned for a moment.
The teenager's palm was warm, like a small sun that would never fade. The way he stroked it was extremely tender, and it immediately made him feel a little awkward.
But before he could protest, he heard Guan Heng's clear and sincere voice say, "I don't want to sit and wait for death, and I don't want to be trapped until I die. If father still loves me, why don't you … banish me to Luo Ling?"
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