Yan Zhili leaned back in her wheelchair and said, "Sister Bao..."
"And what about Father?" Yan Shujin looked at Yan Zhili: "Father warned me not to get too close to Consort Liu back then, was it because he guessed it?"
Yan Zhili knew that if he didn't explain things clearly today, the father and daughter might really drift apart: "No one wanted to see Jiawang die."
Yan Shujin remained silent. There were braziers in the corner of the study, which were actually quite warm, but Yan Shujin felt a bit cold even wrapped in a cloak. She realized that her father probably already knew the truth, but just hadn't said anything.
In fact, Yan Shujin knew that this matter should not be blamed on her father, because even if he spoke up, it would not do him any good, but would instead bring danger to the family. Moreover, this matter had nothing to do with her father. However... Yan Shujin kept thinking about how her father used to carry Jiawang on his shoulders to pick fruit from the tree, and how Jiawang called her father "uncle".
Yan Zhili avoided his daughter's gaze: "I only started to suspect it after General Liu's burial. At the time, I didn't know it involved the family's reputation. I just felt that General Liu's death was suspicious. Besides General Liu, Liu Fei's brothers also died one by one. So I secretly investigated, but the clues pointed to your uncle. I dared not investigate any further."
"Later, as things unfolded, I found it increasingly strange. Based on what I knew, I deduced that Jiawang's death was probably related to Consort Liu." Yan Zhili sighed, "I have no evidence; it's all just speculation."
Yan Zhili didn't dare to investigate at all. When he discovered that the deaths of the Liu family members pointed to Emperor Yan, he was terrified. Fortunately, it was during the war, so it was easy to clean up many things. Now that his brother has ascended the throne, even if he has suspicions, he doesn't dare to investigate for fear of revealing any traces and implicating his own family: "Your uncle should have found out the truth about Jiawang's death afterward. However, at that time, General Liu had a lot of personal guards and was still fighting against the previous dynasty."
Yan Shujin remained silent, simply listening to Yan Zhili speak.
Yan Zhili hesitated for a moment and said, "We can't touch General Liu at that time, especially since it involves some powerful families who have come to our aid. We need their supplies and other resources, so even if your uncle finds out, we can't do anything about it. We can only deal with it slowly."
“Actually, your uncle has been seeking revenge all along.” Yan Zhili looked at Yan Shujin and said, “Sister Bao…”
“Father,” Yan Shujin interrupted Yan Zhili, saying, “I understand.”
Yan Zhili wanted to explain, but didn't know what to explain.
Yan Shujin said, "My uncle was a good emperor, but he was not a good father, much less a good husband."
Yan Zhili moved his lips, but couldn't say anything. In the end, he was not a good father, not a good husband, and certainly not a good uncle.
Yan Shujin didn't want to bring up the matter again: "These wounded are in critical condition. It's normal for a few to die intermittently. The key is to avoid the imperial physicians. Besides that, select a few people. When I take them back to the capital, I will let them die of illness on the way."
Yan Zhili frowned and said, "Sister Bao, I don't want you to get involved in these things."
“Father, I have killed people,” Yan Shujin said calmly. “They cannot live.”
Ultimately, Yan Shujin killed people for her mother and younger brother, not for Yan Zhili. These people's survival threatened not only Yan Zhili, but also the Xuanwang Mansion.
Mr. Du then said, "Your Highness, when the nest is overturned, no egg remains intact."
Yan Zhili pursed her lips and remained silent for a long time before finally exhaling and saying, "Okay."
Mr. Du said, "Actually, some people don't even need to be touched; they just can't survive. Some only need to have a window cracked open at night..."
Yan Zhili and Yan Shujin listened to Mr. Du's arrangements.
"Besides, if two wounded patients are together, and one dies, it will also affect the other." Mr. Du was actually instructing Yan Shujin: "But Your Highness, what about Xu Qian?"
Yan Zhili said, "May he die soon."
This way you can suffer less.
Mr. Du agreed.
Once everything was arranged, Yan Shujin left.
Yan Shujin felt that she could understand her father's choice. In fact, if she were in these situations, she probably wouldn't have done any better than her father. It was precisely because she knew the choice she would make that she felt even more distressed and unable to accept it.
Ultimately, Yan Shujin doesn't blame her father; she's suffering because of the choices she might make.
Is he a strange uncle?
Yan Shujin didn't know.
It's just very uncomfortable.
My uncle and father embarked on the path of overthrowing the previous dynasty in order to give their family a better life.
Yan Shujin believed that if Consort Liu had acted earlier, her uncle would not have hesitated and would have sought revenge for his son upon learning the truth.
Even if my uncle had known before Consort Liu made her move, he would have stopped her and protected Jiawang.
But when the throne was within reach and Jiawang was gone, the uncle chose to endure, because at that time the throne was more important than a dead son.
If he had fallen out with General Liu, things might not be what they are today; the old dynasty might still be in power.
Yan Shujin could think of all of this and understand it, but she couldn't accept it, just as she couldn't accept the possibility of making the same choice as her father.
The author has something to say: Actually, I hesitated a lot when writing this chapter. I spent a long time working on it and even considered deleting it altogether.
But she also felt that if she didn't write it down, Baojie wouldn't be complete.
Baojie's growth was also accompanied by helplessness and compromise.
I'm very hesitant; I don't know whether I should publish this chapter or skip it altogether.
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