Although the conversation posture was a bit strange, after "friendly" negotiations between the two parties, they both achieved the results they wanted.

——Chu Lu successfully persuaded the imperial envoy to agree to be a mascot, and the imperial envoy also successfully saved his own life.

Chu Lu originally thought that this was the end of the matter and he didn't plan to do anything more.

But the other side didn't think so.

Chu Lu: "..."

He had never seen such a proactive traitor.

…

The situation in the court actually had little impact on the north. After all, after nearly ten years of separation, the court's control over the north had long since reached a point where it was almost nonexistent. The one who needed this more was probably Chen Yin in the capital.

Capital city.

Chen Yin had just returned from a banquet, and still had the scent of alcohol and cosmetics on him. But as soon as he got into the carriage, the drunkenness and confusion on his face disappeared instantly, and his expression became calm and even cold.

...He was used to the strong liquor in the north, and the banquet wine in the capital tasted no different from plain water to him. He was not the one who got drunk so easily.

In the past few months since he came to Beijing, he was either at a banquet or on his way to a banquet, looking like a man who had just arrived in the capital from a poor place and was dazzled by the decadence and luxury of the city.

This is probably something that many people would feel relieved and happy to see, right?

Especially his good father.

...and maybe those good brothers.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sneer.

These people, this palace, this entire capital city... are all just like that long letter. Everything about it is so disgusting that it makes people want to vomit.

…

Chen Yin suppressed the nausea brought on by those gloomy emotions, frowned, tugged at his half-loose collar, and tied the wide sleeves into a knot as if it was not in the way - a long robe with wide sleeves was a recent popular fashion among the aristocratic families in Southern Capital.

After sorting out the burdens on his body, he took out a booklet from the secret compartment in the carriage with familiarity, and took the charcoal pencil to viciously erase the names on it. He gritted his teeth and looked so ferocious that it seemed as if he wanted to bite the owners of the names to death.

But after that, his charcoal-stained fingertips stopped next to the crossed-out name again, as if he wanted to add a new word, but this time he was much more hesitant and didn't write a single word for a long time.

…

If you only think about revenge and destroying everything, things will become much simpler.

But having followed his uncle through the years and seen so much devastation and witnessed so much displacement, no matter how much hatred and anger he had, he could not just destroy everything in front of him.

He witnessed the devastated scene after the destruction with his own eyes, and could not feel at ease letting half of the country fall into turmoil again for his own selfish reasons.

…

When he got off the carriage, Chen Yin's face showed real signs of fatigue.

It's easy to destroy, but it's much more difficult to repair a high-rise building that is already in danger...

...It would be better to start over completely.

Even with this bad thought in his mind, he still pressed his forehead to relieve the dizziness caused by the bumpy ride, while staggering inside.

As soon as he entered the mansion, someone came up to him and whispered something to Chen Yin.

Chen Yin showed a little surprise on his face, but he quickly suppressed it, and walked much faster.

After passing through an archway, he immediately reached out his hand impatiently.

"Quick, quick, quick, where is it? Uncle Li, give it to me quickly!"

When he said this, his face finally showed some liveliness that belonged to a young man of his age.

This mansion personally granted by Emperor Chang was inevitably filled with many spies sent by various families. There were so many of them that Chen Yin was too lazy to find out who or which masters were behind them. He accepted all of them and just sent them all to the outer courtyard.

Now that he had passed the archway and entered "his own territory", Chen Yin's true colors were immediately revealed. He couldn't help but circle around people. If Uncle Li was a little slower, he would have wanted to do it himself.

Just now at the door, the man whispered, "There's a letter from home."

For Chen Yin, the so-called "family letter" always meant something very clear - it was a letter from his uncle.

Although he had decided to reduce communication with the north for the sake of caution before coming to Beijing, his mood had become increasingly irritable during the past few months in the capital. If he endured it for a while longer, he would probably not be able to help but write a letter himself.

He took the letter impatiently, without even going to the study, he directly opened the seal and shook out the letter paper inside. However, after his eyes glanced over a few lines of words, the smile on his face faded little by little.

He pursed his lips, folded the letter under everyone's puzzled gaze, and went to the study.

The people who were left behind looked at each other, not understanding his strange change of mood.

Someone whispered, "Could it be that Young Master...His Highness, was scolded?"

…

Of course, he was not scolded, but the content of the letter was far from what Chen Yin expected.

It's not that there weren't words of concern, but compared to that, there were more intelligence about the court, such as the intricate network of relationships between various official factions. Chen Yin had also found out a lot of these contents during this period of time, but they were far less detailed than the letter.

Chen Yin could tell at a glance that if it wasn't for delivering this information, there would be no such "family letter".

Of course he wasn't dissatisfied...

This thing can help him so much, what is there for him to be dissatisfied about?

As for the tone of the letter, which is like a military report, my uncle's character has always been like this.

Rather than "teaching with words", he would be more likely to "teach by example". Rather than those vague concerns and empty promises, he would be more likely to take direct actions, just like now, directly delivering what he needs to him.

He just felt that compared to that person, he was extremely despicable and incompetent...

If it weren't for his uncle, even if he was lucky enough to survive the fall off the cliff, he would have no way of escaping from that dangerous place, let alone surviving in the chaotic world.

The other party saved him, let him live, taught him how to be a man, and let him establish himself...

Like a teacher and also like a father.

Even now, although it was not his original intention, the Beiding Army formed by his uncle has indeed become his most indestructible backing.

That was his confidence in returning to the center of this vortex. Even if, just in case, his plan failed... With Bei Ding still around, his life would still be safe...

…

…………

Chen Yin sat in the study for a long time.

Until night fell, the house was shrouded in shadows.

He stood up and lit the lamp, staring at the tiny flame, but slightly absent-minded.

——If he succeeds, he will change the country's name to "Qi"...

Uncle, will he... be happier?

Or when the time comes, he will look for the descendants of Emperor Qi,

Adopt him as your adopted son, take him into the ancestral temple, and when the situation stabilizes, pass the throne to him...

Uncle, would you be willing?

…

As for the Chen family? This Dachang?

Then...what does it have to do with him?

He even thought maliciously that if the person currently sitting on the throne could witness all this happening, he wondered what kind of expression he would have.

…

…………

The lamp oil was added several times, and the sky gradually turned pale.

Chen Yin washed his pen and hung it up, then read through the letter he had written all night long again. Thinking of the recipient, a cheerful smile unconsciously appeared on his lips.

But when the ink on the letter had completely dried up and he was about to fold the paper and put it into the envelope, he suddenly stopped.

He stiffly unfolded the letter paper and laid it flat, then placed the "letter from home" from the north on the other side.

There are many similarities in the handwriting of the two letters. After all, although Chen Yin was taught to read and write in the palace in his early years, he was a child and was absolutely impatient to practice writing big characters. Therefore, the shape and structure of his current characters were all taught by that person later...

But the only thing that is similar is the handwriting.

He looked at the "family letter" on the right, which was like a military newspaper, with every word condensed and refined, without any personal feelings added. Then he looked at the reply on the left, which was full of trivial matters and meaningless nonsense upon closer inspection.

The latter reminded him of another letter...

The words are gorgeous and sincere, but upon closer inspection, they are full of empty and even disgusting lies.

——From his blood father.

This sudden thought made Chen Yin's face, which was already a little tired from not sleeping all night, even uglier.

He completely forgot the excitement he had just felt when he was writing the reply. He only felt a slight chill rising from his fingertips, and the cold feeling spread all the way to his heart.

Is it true... no matter how hard he tries to get closer to that person, the constraints from his blood will still trap him in place...?

It makes him always reveal some disgusting similarities in some unintentional places.

——Why, why is he that man's son? !

Chen Yin, with a gloomy face, opened the lampshade and handed the letter he had been writing all night into the candlelight.

The flames shot up higher, but he didn't care that his fingers were almost burned. He persisted in handing the letter forward bit by bit until the white paper covered with ink was completely reduced to ashes.

He pursed his lips and spread out a new piece of paper.

I compared the two letters from home, tried to figure out the tone, and wrote a reply word by word.

No!

He will never be that kind of person!!

…

Ten days later.

Chu Lu received a reply letter that was so short that it was only half a page long: "......?"

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Chu·Old Father·Lu: What's wrong with this child? Is he in his rebellious period? Is he having a tantrum?

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