“I don’t know if it’s right, but I hope he can go further and achieve more. Just like all parents in the world love their children the same way.”
Shen Jiming frowned, about to say something more, when Wen Zhixuan changed the subject, "Didn't Father-in-law leave Xu Bai in the capital to plan for his future? Yi Cheng shouldn't have been born, but he survived. I no longer have time to plan a smooth road for him, nor can I take him away. I can only choose the most suitable path for him."
He paused, then said in a low voice, "This is also Qinghe's wish."
Shen Jiming was caught off guard by these words and was completely speechless.
Wen Zhixuan looked up at him, his calm gaze carrying a hint of sharpness. "I seem to have forgotten that when Qinghe passed away, my father-in-law was already far away in Youzhou, so he was unaware of her dying words."
Shen Jiming was stung by his sarcastic question, which was neither too harsh nor too mild, and his expression turned slightly cold.
"She's always been very opinionated. She put so much effort into marrying you, so she's bound to stay with you no matter what. If she had any last words, they would probably be for you. As her parents, we weren't there for her growing up, so how could she not feel resentful? It's only human nature, there's no point in dwelling on it."
The familial affection that Shen Qinghe longed for but could not obtain in his life was reduced to just eight words in Shen Jiming's mouth: "It's human nature, there's no point in pursuing it further."
No wonder she had no attachment to the world when she was dying.
Her closest parents and beloved husband both betrayed her; the only son who loved her was someone she obtained at the cost of her soul being scattered.
I wonder if she ever felt that her life was not worth living?
Wen Zhixuan felt a pang of sadness, a mix of emotions swirling within him.
“My father-in-law is right. She was full of resentment and bitterness when she was alive. We all disappointed and saddened her, so she didn’t think of anyone before she died. She let go of all her obsessions and regrets. Those who are alive really don’t need to worry about her.”
Shen Jiming was quite surprised.
He had always seen that Wen Zhixuan didn't have much affection for his daughter, but now that she was dead, he felt a great deal of sorrow.
Perhaps practicing Taoism has damaged his brain.
Or perhaps it's a common human flaw that we can only ever reminisce about what we've lost and what we can't have.
In short, it can be summed up in two words.
Being a jerk.
Wen Zhixuan then said, "It can be seen that what people seek is sometimes nothing more than self-inflicted trouble, and losing some things may not necessarily be a bad thing."
He was already clear about the matter.
He had once held the position of head of the family, but he failed to retain it.
Perhaps it never belonged to him.
Shen Jiming's expression darkened slightly. "Keep those words to Yi Cheng. I am just an ordinary mortal and do not understand your so-called Dao."
When words fail to reach a consensus, even a half-sentence is too much. Shen Jiming refused to accept his fate, and Wen Zhixuan was too lazy to waste any more words and annoy people.
She rested for only one night before leaving with her son.
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