Chapter 1017 Unwilling
"Second scenario," Bai Shan also held up a finger and said, "The Crown Prince still has no son, and the Third Prince still wants to compete with his eldest brother for the throne. The King of Yizhou knows about this, and when he finds out that the Crown Prince's concubine is pregnant, he reveals it to the Third Prince, who then sends someone to cause the concubine's miscarriage. The King of Yizhou then tells the Crown Prince about this, and the Crown Prince is furious, so he and the Third Prince start a fight. The Emperor gets even more furious when he finds out, and then he sends us to sue the King of Yizhou."
"And, and more," Bai Erlang said anxiously, "It was the Prince of Yizhou who aborted the child and then framed the Third Prince. The Crown Prince was too dumb to find out, but the Emperor did, so he got mad at both of them. He punished the Crown Prince and now wants us to sue the Prince of Yizhou."
Manbao slammed the table in anger, "Isn't that all their family's fault? Why do they want us to be the first to be blamed?"
Bai Erlang shrank his head and whispered, "You can't say that. The emperor has no family affairs. This is also a state affair. Manbao, you need to keep your voice down."
Bai Shan was also unhappy. "Since this is a matter of state, we must be more serious. It involves a struggle for the throne. Look at those official histories, unofficial histories, and those vernacular books. Which struggle for the throne did not result in rivers of blood?"
He said, "Whether we like it or not, we've been dragged into this. There's nothing we can do about it no matter how much we complain or how much we hate it."
Bai Shan said, his eyes flashing, and his lips pursed tightly to show his unhappiness. "If there is a mountain ahead, we can just climb over it. If there is a river, we can just wade across it."
Manbao asked, "What if it was fire or a knife?"
Bai Shan glanced at her and said, "Can we retreat? We still have to grit our teeth and move on. Even if we bleed a little and get hurt a little, we'll be fine."
It was indeed impossible to retreat. Manbao was feeling a little down, and with tears in his eyes he asked, "Then, what if we can't get through?"
Bai Shan lowered his eyes, not wanting them to see the tears in his eyes, "Then die."
Even Bai Erlang fell silent. The two young masters and a young girl sat silently, and the car was completely quiet.
Bai Erlang whispered, "I, I don't really want to die..."
Who wants to die?
Manbao wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, pursed his lips and said, "No, even if we have to die, we can't just die like this. I have to write down our story. When we die in the future, our story can be passed down to future generations like the books we have today."
Bai Erlang also wiped his tears and nodded repeatedly, saying, "Yes, let future generations curse the King of Yizhou." He lowered his voice and said, "And curse the Emperor too."
Bai Shan raised his red eyes and looked at the two of them. He said, "This is at most unofficial history. It won't be included in official history. Unofficial history will only serve as a topic of conversation after dinner. Who would really take it seriously?"
Manbao: "No matter what, I'm going to write."
"Okay, go ahead and write it." Bai Shan said, "Let me see it when you're done."
"No." Since it was written for her descendants to read after her death, she had to include Koko in it as well. How could she show it to Bai Shan?
Manbao glanced at him and said, "What if we didn't die, but you watched us?"
Bai Shan perked up and looked at her suspiciously, "You don't want to write something bad about us, do you?"
Bai Erlang also looked at Manbao warily.
Man Bao said: "No, I am a fair person. I will only write according to the facts. I will not deliberately praise or belittle anyone."
Bai Shan expressed his doubts, "I think you should read more about how modern history books are written, and less about the Shangshu and the Spring and Autumn Annals."
Man Bao snorted and said, "Teacher, you said that in the past, historians recorded history without fear of the emperor, but now they are very obscure, and ordinary people often cannot understand it. I don't want this. My book is not only for scholars, but also for ordinary people. Humph, if we die, I will make them infamous for thousands of years."
Bai Erlang expressed his concern, "How could it be that easy? Even if you write it, others might not believe it's true. And if they don't believe it, how could it be infamous forever? And there's no guarantee that your book is even good."
Manbao said, "I can't say anything else, but my writing is definitely better than yours."
Bai Shan glanced at her and said, "Why don't you think about how you want this book to spread. If you write it but can't print it and spread it widely, your story will just rot in the ground."
Manbao fell into deep thought, "When I have money, I will open a bookstore or something and print my books. I will sell them at a low price even if I lose money."
Bai Shan and Bai Erlang couldn't help but remind her, "...Can you live long enough to have enough money to build a bookstore?"
The topic was brought back to a serious topic. Manbao said, "...I don't know."
Seeing that the car had become quiet again, Daji couldn't help but shook his head and quickened his pace to go home.
Not far behind them was a carriage, which was the Yin family's carriage that had just turned out from another street.
Changshou saw the familiar Bai family carriage from behind and quickly said to the young master: "Young master, look, that's the Bai family carriage in front."
Yin Huo lifted the curtain and took a look forward, then nodded and said, "It's getting late, let's go home."
"yes."
When Manbao and the others returned home, Mr. Zhuang was already waiting for them in the study. Seeing them return, he waved and asked, "How was it? What did you get from Madam Tang?"
Now they will no longer hide anything from Mr. Zhuang. He knows everything anyway, so there is no point in hiding it any further.
Apart from their own little thoughts, they dare not hide such a big thing, nor will they hide it.
After hearing this, Mr. Zhuang pondered for a long time. He weighed the options in his mind for a while and found that there was nothing he could do.
He sighed and asked, "What are you going to do?"
Bai Shan said, "Let's take it one step at a time, sir. Since His Majesty is unwilling to wait any longer, then we can find a way to make a name for ourselves, right?"
Mr. Zhuang nodded and said, "Become famous. The more famous you are, the greater your chances of survival."
Although this chance is extremely small in the face of all forces, it is still a chance, isn't it?
Mr. Zhuang, who also came from a humble background, knew too well the feeling of wanting to seize a slight opportunity at all costs.
He reached out and touched the heads of the three children, encouraging them, "You have always been very smart. I believe you can do it."
Bai Erlang raised his head, his eyes sparkling as he asked, "Sir, does that include me?"
Bai Shan and Man Bao, who were extremely excited, calmed down in an instant.
Mr. Zhuang looked at Bai Erlang, smiled, and said, "Of course you are included. Erlang is also very good."
Bai Erlang smiled complacently and glanced at Bai Shan and Manbao.
Mr. Zhuang said gently, "Okay, you've been tired all day, go and rest. I've assigned you some homework and will tell you tomorrow."
Three disciples: ...
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