Chapter 128 Exile

"This is not your fault, father."

Nan Zhiyan just thought it was a little ridiculous, but still lowered his head, speaking in a submissive tone, his lowered fingers tightly gripping a piece of the listening device.

Beneath the trembling eyelashes, silent sadness obscured the irrepressible, overwhelming hatred in the eyes.

"I didn't expect your uncle to be so cruel. Don't worry, I will avenge your mother."

Seeing Nan Zhiyan being as obedient as ever, Nan Wenqi breathed a sigh of relief, but still did not forget to push all the responsibility onto the Yun family.

It seemed as if it was not him who stimulated Yun Wanyue to die.

The dull pain in her heart opened a mocking hole. Nan Wenqi's rage that day made her think that even beasts could have a change of heart one day.

Now it seems that no matter how true the love is, it cannot compare to the rights that Nan Wenqi has longed for all his life.

The Yun family did force my mother, simply because the secret that her uncle was not my grandfather's legitimate son was revealed.

According to imperial law, her mother should be the heir to the position of head of the Yun family.

For the sake of so-called legitimacy and reputation, he couldn't wait to ask her mother to sign a waiver of inheritance rights.

But shouldn’t Nan Wenqi be the one who actually forced his mother to death?

I'm afraid that the moment the Yun family stepped into the Nan family's door, Nan Wenqi had already thought of how to take advantage of this incident and bring the Yun family under his command.

No, they were not the only ones who forced their mother to death. Nan Zhiyan swallowed the fishy sweetness rising in his throat.

And her.

She was wrong. Perhaps she shouldn't have let her mother wake up, causing Nan Wenqi to not only threaten them with her mother, but also use them to threaten her mother.

Back in the room, Nan Zhiyan listened to the recording that Di Wen gave her over and over again, as if to torture herself.

In her mind, she kept picturing Yun Wanyue's instant collapse when Nan Wenqi talked about her and Nan Zhixing.

When Lin Zhiheng entered the room, what he saw was Nan Zhiyan standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, motionless, like a puppet.

He came in among the mourners.

It was already getting dark, but there was no light in the house, only the sound of the monitor, which was repeated repeatedly.

Looking at Nan Zhiyan's back, Lin Zhiheng's heart began to ache again.

He would rather Nan Zhiyan cry like she did in the hospital than to see Nan Zhiyan like this.

It's like the soul has been sucked out and there is no life in it.

"Ayan, stop listening."

Lin Zhiheng turned off the monitoring device, turned on the light in the room, and walked to Nan Zhiyan.

Lin Zhiheng's figure was reflected in the floor-to-ceiling window. Nan Zhiyan didn't seem surprised by his appearance.

"Ah Heng, let's go."

Nan Zhiyan didn't turn around. He looked at Lin Zhiheng through the glass in front of him and said softly.

Lin Zhiheng should not be involved in what she is going to do next.

Hearing this, Lin Zhiheng suddenly opened his eyes wide. He certainly understood what Nan Zhiyan meant.

The moment he learned of Yun Wanyue's death, he knew that Nan Zhiyan would not leave.

"Don't let me go, Ah Yan, I want to help you, no matter what you do, even if it means murder or arson, as long as you want to do it, I am willing to do it for you."

Lin Zhiheng became a little flustered. He didn't expect that Nan Zhiyan would ask him to leave.

They had clearly agreed that he would come here to find her.

As happy as he was when he woke up and heard that they would leave together, Lin Zhiheng felt as lost at that moment.

It was like falling from heaven into the eighteen levels of hell in an instant.

Turning sideways, Nan Zhiyan looked at the handsome man in front of him and thought of his childhood.

The little boy who carried her across a mountain and pulled her back from the brink of life and death with just one breath.

The little boy who said countless times at the seaside and in the primitive jungle that he would protect her, taught her how to make bows and shoot arrows, and taught her how to survive in the wild, but who himself could no longer lift a bow.

"But I don't want to see you get hurt."

Nan Zhiyan's short words nailed Lin Zhiheng to the spot.

He looked at Nan Zhiyan for a long time, his heart beating like a drum but feeling completely limp.

Even if I opened my mouth, I couldn't say anything to refuse if this was what Nan Zhiyan expected.

"Okay, I promise you, but Yan, you'll be fine, right?"

In response to Lin Zhiheng's question, Nan Zhiyan fell into silence.

Before, she thought that everything was under her control.

But it was not until Lin Zhiheng was injured and then lost his mother that Nan Zhiyan realized how uncontrollable the future was.

The road she was about to embark on was paved with crimson blood, so she could not guarantee what would happen in the future.

"I'll be fine."

But facing Lin Zhiheng's stubborn eyes, Nan Zhiyan still gave an answer that she herself was not sure of.

After Lin Zhiheng left, Nan Zhiyan looked at the monitoring device on the table again.

He raised his hand and sent a message to Devin.

She regretted it. Simply exposing Nan Wenqi's crimes was not a punishment at all.

Of course, she would not let Nan Wenqi die. Death was the easiest relief. She wanted to make him live a life worse than death.

She wanted Nan Wenqi to pay back for everything her mother had gone through. She spent the rest of her days living in a cycle of anticipation, fear, and anxiety, falling from heaven to hell.

Although Di Wen was a little surprised when he received the news that Nan Wenqi's evidence had been suppressed, he did not ask any further questions.

The last thing you need when following Nan Zhiyan is asking questions.

Life seemed to have returned to normal after this incident, but some things had quietly changed.

For example, recently, several explosive news items have quickly become the most discussed topic among the nobles.

The most important one is that under pressure from public opinion, the Hisoka family changed the heir.

You know, if Ji Lan, as a legitimate child, refuses to give up his inheritance rights, then Marquis Xisuo cannot force other children to inherit the title.

However, to everyone's surprise, Ji Lan himself also signed a waiver of inheritance rights.

In other words, the heir of Marquis Xi Suo has now become Ji Xun.

And Ji Lan is about to be exiled to a remote planet.

This was unheard of in the entire history of the empire, that an illegitimate child was allowed to obtain inheritance rights over legitimate children.

Although shocked, it is not incomprehensible. I heard that Ji Lan, the former successor, has been making mistakes since the failure of the bid for the Ulosi project.

Later, a scandal of abusing his power to oppress others was exposed. Although his apology was sincere, the projects and affairs he took over continued to go wrong one after another.

This greatly disappointed the parliament and Marquis Sisso.

The discussions at St. Derek's School, the cradle of Parliament, were equally intense.

"Is this true? Will Master Hisoka really be exiled?"

"How can this order be false if it was issued by Marquis Xi Suo himself?"

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She could hear people's discussions, and even though she was the one who made this happen, Nan Zhiyan still filled out the application form in her hand slowly and leisurely.

It seemed as if he didn't hear the heated discussions among the people around him.

In half a stellar year, they would graduate from St. Derek's.

After writing the word "Military Department", Nan Zhiyan put away the application form.

The military is the fastest place to gain direct power, but she knows that this is far from enough.

At this moment, in the study of the Nan family, Nan Wenqi widened his eyes and looked at Lu Cheng opposite him in disbelief.

"Your Excellency, what do you mean?"

"Let Ayan marry Ajing, and the Taran family will no longer be a vassal of the Urlav family, and the position of Minister of the Urban Construction Management Department will also be yours."

Lu Cheng leaned on the sofa in a casual posture. He glanced at Nan Wenqi who was standing in front of him and put forward his own conditions.