1789 Every one of them wants me dead, but you're still protecting them
"But ... This will ... Force ... Them ... To be so desperate ... That they'll jump over the wall ..." When he said this, he was already sweating profusely.
"Father, they will have to jump over this wall sooner or later. Now, there is no difference. They are all going to pounce on me for this. Instead of waiting, when they become more powerful in the future, it is better to make a move now."
"No... I can't ..."
"Father, other than being worried that you'll drive them crazy, there's another reason. You still see them as relatives, right?" Murong Mian smiled faintly.
"After all, he is ... An ... Ancestor ..." Murong Zhihong had been taught to think of the big picture since he was a child. When he took over, the Murong family was not as glorious as it was now. To resist foreign aggression, one must first stabilize the internal situation. Only by uniting the family could they resist the enemy together. After so many years, he still felt that even if he really wanted to make a scene, he shouldn't make it too big. After all, dirty laundry shouldn't be aired in public.
Murong Mian sighed in her heart. The old man's thoughts could no longer keep up with the current situation."Father, let me ask you a question. Between me and those people, who would you choose?"
"You." Murong Zhihong did not hesitate.
"Alright, since it's me, then, father, you should think about your son. Why should I raise a group of ungrateful people? why should I spend this money on a group of people who only want me dead?" It turned out that Murong Mian had not fallen off the horse for no reason.
"But ..."
Murong Mian didn't want to continue discussing this matter that he had already decided on."Father, you don't have to say anything. I've already done it. I think ... You know." Otherwise, she wouldn't have called him over the moment she woke up.
Murong Zhihong didn't say anything. He looked at him in silence. After a long time, he said,""It's ... Your aunt ... Aunt ..."
"Yes," Murong Mian nodded.
"I ... Know that she ... She has a bad temper, but ... After all, she ..." That was his biological sister, after all. He could not bear to be cruel to her.
"You treat her as your sister, but she doesn't treat me as her nephew," Murong Mian said impatiently.
"You ..."
"To her, her son is the most important thing. If I'm gone, you might just hand the family over to her," Murong Mian said sarcastically.
"No... She wouldn't ..." Murong Zhihong still thought that his sister was just bad-tempered and wouldn't really do evil things.
"Do you think that I fell off the horse for no reason? Did you think that it was so easy for me to ... Come back to life?" Murong Mian said calmly.
Murong Zhihong was stunned,"you mean ..."
"Father, I know that you're in poor health. I didn't want to tell you about this, but ... The people you've been protecting all this time wanted your only son dead. And they did it." Murong Mian smiled bitterly.
Murong Zhihong's face was full of shock. Ji Mianmian quickly said,""Do you know how weak Murong Mian was when I first met her? Her face is paler than the wall, and she's panting after taking two steps. She can't even carry me, I'm not a very thin person. "
"She ... That's your ... Aunt?" he asked. Murong Zhihong's voice trembled. He knew that his son had fallen off the horse. He had also fallen off the horse in the past. It was said to be an accident, so he did not do much investigation. He only knew that his son was seriously injured this time, but fortunately, he was saved in the end.