"Did the late emperor not know that his second-in-command eunuch had another identity?"
That fool certainly wouldn't know! Emperor Mingxi, like his father, only confiscated land, houses, and shops when he killed Wu Shouxian; they didn't find much other wealth, so he didn't even suspect where the things had gone.
Emperor Mingxi: You've chosen me again! How could I not be suspicious? At the time, I only thought that the people below had embezzled my property!
He had just ascended the throne and his position was not yet secure, so he did not investigate further and had no idea that there were other tricks involved.
Besides, he's a son who takes after his mother, not his father!
The Crown Prince lowered his head and drank his tea. As for the Divine Artifact Lord saying that his grandfather was a fool, he didn't hear it. Because his father was not favored, the two of them rarely saw each other, so his relationship with his grandfather was very distant.
Shen Chunying and the others now have the same bitter look on their faces as Yu Huaixian, always feeling that their lives are hanging by a thread and they may die at any moment.
The group stared intently at the emperor's carriage ahead, wondering when he would suddenly erupt.
Emperor Mingxi: I wouldn't dare say a word! Besides, he'd be happy to be insulted by his father, and it would be even better if he wasn't dragged into it!
Wu Shouxian gave most of the money he embezzled to his son, and the father and son used this money to build a large following.
"Does nobody know that Wu Shouxian has such a son?"
Others might not know about Xiaozhuzi, but the two emperors before and after him certainly didn't, otherwise how could Wu Chengye still be causing trouble in the capital?
In the later years, he directly or indirectly plotted to kill almost two or three officials in the entire court. The chaos in the court in the later period was the result of manipulation by several forces.
Among them were traces of Wu Chengye's organization.
I don't know how others felt, but Wu Yuanjing, who was in the last carriage, was sweating profusely despite the cold weather.
Seeing that his father's expression had been grim ever since he mentioned the Divine Artifact Master and the Wu family, and was now even paler, Wu Yong quickly poured him a cup of hot tea. "Father, what's wrong? Have some tea to calm your nerves."
Seeing that his father's gaze was a little dazed, he couldn't help but lower his voice and whisper to persuade him, "Don't worry about it, sir. With the Junior Tutor here, no one will get into trouble."
If you're still not at ease, please offer incense to those two when you get back.
Unbeknownst to Yue Fuguang and the system, they had already begun to passively receive offerings of incense.
Upon hearing the word "offer incense," Wu Yuanjing's previously blank face finally reacted. He tremblingly accepted the tea his son offered, "Yes, offer incense, offer two more sticks!"
He didn't tell his son that Wu Chengye had been seeing him privately since they met two years ago, and had even expressed a desire to establish a clan connection before the Lunar New Year.
To associate with such a person is like asking a tiger for its skin; their family line is so small that they could be devoured to nothing at any time.
"This organization is trying to eradicate the Xie family's roots!"
Due to various factors, they actually succeeded in doing so. More than a hundred years later, they even established a short-lived dynasty, just like the Great Wei of the Sima family.
They all amassed their power by sucking the blood of the previous dynasty!
The system thought for a moment and then added, "By the way, Master, that chubby little guy Wu Yong, who always grows vegetables for you, was killed by Wu Chengye's scheme three years later."
In the end, the Wu family's entire fortune fell into his hands.
I think this man is quite respectful to his master; I might be able to save his life if necessary!
Clang!
The teacup slipped from Wu Yuanjing's hand, and he was burned before he could react.
He said it himself: why was he deemed to have a miserable old age by the divine artifact? Although he only had one son, his son was obedient and filial, so he couldn't possibly have a miserable old age!
So that's where the root of the problem lies: his son was killed by that villain!
What about his grandson?
When Wu Yong suddenly heard that his death was imminent, he still felt a sense of unreality. Seeing his father's hands, which were red from the burns, he quickly picked up a handkerchief to wipe them.
Seeing his father's gloomy face and clenched teeth, he quickly whispered, "Dad, I know you're angry, but please don't be angry."
"But this hasn't happened yet. Besides, we all know that Wu Chengye won't let our family off the hook, nor will His Majesty."
Seeing that his father remained unmoved, the fat man leaned close to his father's ear and whispered, "Didn't you hear what the divine artifact said? You must save your son's life!"
This is the divine artifact's approval of its son!
Upon hearing his words, Wu Yuanjing immediately changed his expression, his stormy mood vanishing as he nodded repeatedly, saying, "Yes, yes, yes!"
He patted his son on the shoulder and said in a low voice, "My son is right. With that powerful figure around, no one can hurt you!"
Before he could finish speaking, tears started streaming down his face. Wu quickly took out a handkerchief to wipe them away. "You mustn't cry. If the Junior Tutor sees you after we get off the train..."
Wu Yuanjing nodded. His son was right. He couldn't cry, and he couldn't let the Grand Tutor see anything amiss. Today was a joyous day for the Dayan Dynasty, so he could only laugh and not cry!
However, the thought of a white-haired man burying a black-haired man caused Wu Yuanjing a sharp pain in his heart.
At the hour of Si (9-11 AM), the group arrived at the village where the moonlight shone again. After more than ten days, the mountains were already covered with a faint green hue.
The wind blowing on me wasn't as cold as it was last time.
In early March, spring returns to the earth, all things revive, and it is also time for her to show her skills.
The group followed Yue Fuguang all the way to the granary on the estate.
The head of the village automatically stepped back as soon as he opened the door. More than thirty cartloads of things had been delivered there yesterday evening, all packed in large bags, and he had no idea what was inside.
That evening, the others encouraged him to go and take a look, but when he thought about what the man had left behind, the village head's initial enthusiasm was instantly extinguished.
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