late at night.

It started raining in Jiangcheng.

The season when spring rain is as precious as oil is over. At this time, the rain makes people feel restless and anxious.

It rains late at night, hence the name "rainy night".

Tu Ziming, wearing a straw hat, requested an audience with Tu Qianhu at his door.

"Nephew Tu Ziming requests an audience with the head of the family. He has come late at night because he has urgent business to report!"

The rain was pouring down, but there was no response from inside the door.

"Nephew Tu Ziming has important business to report to the head of the family!" Tu Ziming called out again.

This time, a response came from inside the house: "Tu Ziming? Is he Tu Ang's son?"

"Exactly!"

"What is it? Please speak freely."

"Since it is an important matter, I can only discuss it in detail with the head of the family!"

After a moment of silence, Tu Qianhu's voice came from inside the room.

"Come in."

Tu Ziming entered the room with an open and generous air and saw Tu Qianhu drinking tea at a small round table by the bed, wearing an outer robe. The robe was not fastened properly, and it was obvious that he had just casually put it on.

Tu Ziming glanced at the bed subconsciously and saw a woman wearing a bra lying on it. Perhaps because it was hot in the summer, her upper body was not covered by a blanket.

"Don't look around."

Tu Qianhu took a sip of tea and said, "I don't know you, but I know your father. Although he's a madman now, he used to be a smart man, so I hope you're a smart man too, and that you haven't come here for nothing and spoiled my fun."

"Otherwise, I'll make you suffer."

Upon hearing this, Tu Ziming immediately knelt down, clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Since I was old enough to understand, I have never had a normal conversation with my father, but the news I bring today is absolutely important!"

Tu Qianhu smiled and said, "It's good that you didn't communicate with your father, otherwise you would have been driven crazy by him too."

"Alright, let's not talk about the past. What do you want to say?"

Tu Ziming looked to the left and right.

“Still very vigilant!” Tu Qianhu waved his hand and said, “There are no outsiders here, so there’s nothing I can’t tell your uncle.”

"yes!"

Tu Ziming said seriously, "I have a friend who lives next to the Elegant Villa. Today, he overheard some rumors that the Young Prime Minister and the Prefect... cough cough!!"

Tu Qianhu raised an eyebrow and said, "What are you coughing for! Keep talking!!"

"I recently caught a cold, please forgive me, Master!"

Tu Ziming coughed again and said, "Nephew, could you please stand a little closer to the head of the family?"

Tu Qianhu waved his hand and said, "I didn't ask you to come that far. Come over here and talk."

"Thank you, Patriarch!"

Tu Ziming knelt down before Tu Qianhu and continued, "Young Prime Minister and Prefect...they..."

As he spoke, Tu Ziming's eyes suddenly narrowed, and a dagger emerged from his sleeve.

Tu Ziming grabbed the dagger and plunged it into Tu Qianhu's chest.

In an instant, a flower of blood bloomed on Tu Qianhu's chest!

“You…” Tu Qianhu stared at Tu Ziming in astonishment.

"Who said we shouldn't talk about the past?"

Tu Ziming's eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was filled with endless hatred.

"Who spread these rumors about my mother? Do you think I don't know?"

"It was you, Tu Qianhu! You caused my mother to commit suicide by jumping into a well!"

"It's you, Tu Qianhu! You're the one who drove my father insane!"

"You owe them money, and I'll collect it!!!"

In despair, Tu Qianhu exclaimed, "Their affairs, and my affairs..."

Before Tu Qianhu could finish speaking, Tu Ziming twirled the dagger, churning Tu Qianhu's internal organs and causing him to spit out blood.

"I don't want to hear your explanation, I just want you dead!"

After speaking, Tu Ziming drew his dagger.

Tu Qianhu's chest was gushing blood.

"ah!!!"

At this moment, the woman on the bed finally screamed.

Tu Ziming looked at her and said, "I didn't mean to kill you, but if you want to die, then go ahead."

The woman quickly covered her mouth.

At this moment, Tu Qianhu's guards pushed open the door and entered. Seeing Tu Qianhu's miserable state, they drew their swords.

Tu Ziming remained unmoved, and even stabbed Tu Qianhu again with a dagger, saying as he did so, "Your master is dead, killing me will mean nothing to you. Choose to let it go, or pledge allegiance to me, and I will guarantee you wealth and honor, and your family will enjoy happiness."

The guard said, "Even if I don't kill you, do you think the rest of the Tu family will let you go?"

Tu Ziming then looked at the guard, a smile appearing on his face.

Upon seeing that smile, the guard instinctively shivered.

"The rest will be taken care of. I just need you to know that pledging allegiance to me is pledging allegiance to the young prime minister."

The guard's pupils suddenly contracted!

As Tu Qianhu's bodyguard, he naturally knew about some of the family's internal and external affairs. He was well aware that the Tu family was currently going against the young prime minister. If Tu Ziming said this, wouldn't that mean he was pledging allegiance to the young prime minister?

And he came to kill for the young prime minister?

Moreover... Tu Qianhu is already dead.

How can we play like this!

"I didn't see anything!!"

As he spoke, the guard burst through the door.

Tu Ziming let out a long sigh, looked at the moonlight outside the door, and murmured, "Mother, can you see it?"

…

While Tu Ziming was taking action, a storm was brewing within the Lu family.

Although Lu Chen's actual experiences were different from Tu Ziming's, he lost his father at a young age, and his father was Lu Yuan's youngest brother, who was once hailed as a genius by the Lu family.

It's a pity that such a talented person is often envied by fate.

Lu Chen knew very well why his father had died.

Lu Chen's childhood was even worse than Tu Ziming's, because Tu Ziming was invisible in the Tu family, while Lu Chen, as a genius, was bullied from a young age.

Everyone wants to trample geniuses underfoot, including the sons of geniuses.

Especially Lu Tong, who practically beat Lu Chen from childhood to adulthood. And Lu Yuan always only sides with his nephew, Lu Tong.

Because Lu Tong is the eldest grandson, Lu Yuan needs to accumulate power and win people's hearts through him.

Every year, every age, the bruises on my body only increase.

Every year, every age, the injuries on my body gradually increase.

The same goes for emotional wounds, but Lu Chen has gotten used to treating them as a cure for life's pains.

Patience. (qqxsnew)

Patience!

Patience is key!

One day, I will make you all grovel at my feet, and I will become the master of the Lu family!

So, quite tacitly and coincidentally, Lu Chen chose the same method as Tu Ziming, wiping out the old Lu family patriarch and some other elders.

Although it was the same night and the same moonlight, Lu Chen actually acted faster, just as he confessed his feelings to Zhao Cheng faster than Tu Ziming.

He emerged from the sea of ​​blood, looked up at the moonlight, and laughed.

"Father, I did it. Your son has avenged you."

…

A secluded courtyard for both refined and common tastes.

After Yuan Fei reported the situation of the Tu and Lu families to Zhao Cheng, not only Zhao Cheng remained silent, but everyone in the room was completely silent.

Especially Xu An, whom he considered two cowards who trembled at the sight of them, had actually committed such a crazy and bloody act, which surprised him greatly.

After a long while, Zhao Cheng sighed and walked into the courtyard.

His expression was neither joyful nor sorrowful.

Zhao Cheng looked up at the moon hanging in the night sky and said, "Tonight..."

"The moonlight is stained with blood, and the city of Jiangcheng has changed."