The old servant watched Zu An's retreating figure and said loudly, "Since the imperial grandson is unwilling to acknowledge his identity for the time being, I will not force you. I will leave here to avoid affecting the imperial grandson's leadership of the academy. When the imperial grandson comes to his senses, I will return to your side."
Zuan didn't stop walking: "Don't worry, that day will never come."
The old servant smiled, not annoyed at all: "Things are unpredictable, who can say for sure what the future holds?"
Annoyed, Zu An snorted and stormed off.
The old servant watched as Zuan's figure gradually disappeared, and then, for some unknown reason, let out a long sigh.
Zu An descended the mountain without stopping, but the serene scenery along the way could not dispel the gloom in his heart. He didn't even bother to visit Xie Daoyun and the others.
Right now, she just wants some peace and quiet.
Originally, he was torn between supporting the Empress and the Crown Princess, caught in a dilemma.
Alright, now it's simple. Bi Linglong's father has a blood feud with him for killing his parents...
What kind of mess is this? It's absolutely infuriating!
Although I had seen similar plots in movies and TV dramas in my previous life, I thought that the grudges of the previous generation should be kept separate and should not involve the feelings of the next generation.
But now that I'm in the thick of it, I realize how naive I was before.
Although he kept reminding himself that he was just a time traveler and had nothing to do with any imperial grandson.
But the old servant just mentioned that his mother protected his life with her own body back then...
Although he didn't immediately develop a mother-son bond, he couldn't help feeling somewhat sad.
If you don't know, that's fine. But if you do know, you act like nothing happened, continuing to chat and laugh with your enemy and happily dating your enemy's daughter.
He couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Master Empress, what should I do?"
A red figure flashed in the corner of his eye. Mi Li's entire body floated in mid-air beside him. Her bare feet were spotless, as if they had been drawn with a single stroke. The shape seemed to conform to the ultimate truth of the heavens. Even Zu An couldn't help but take another look.
Mi Li stretched, her alluring curves catching everyone's eye: "What's so difficult about that? Just go back and kill that old servant. Now that the chief minister is dead and the only person who knew the truth has been silenced, you can continue to be your Zu'an and have no connection with the former dynasty's imperial grandson. You can date that crown princess whenever you want, and sleep with her whenever you want."
"By the way, when you're giving yourself a lot of 'explosive' to the Crown Princess, consider it revenge for those people."
"If someone kills your family, you can hurt someone else's daughter. It's fair, isn't it?"
Zuan was speechless: "Master Empress, why are you using such vulgar language now?"
"I'm just saying this because I think of you, I'm just stating the facts." Mi Li didn't seem to mind.
"Is there any other way?" Zuan said irritably. This woman was becoming more and more unreliable.
“This is the simplest and most advantageous method for you,” Mi Li glanced at him and finally shook her head. “So, sometimes people who are a little bit bad can live an easier life. People like you who put moral shackles on themselves are living a very difficult life.”
Zuan remained silent. Although he was unwilling to be a grandson of the emperor, he admired those who were willing to pay the price of their lives to protect the bloodline of the previous dynasty in such a desperate situation. How could he possibly silence them and completely sever ties for his own selfish reasons?
Seeing that he didn't speak, Mi Li snorted: "If you don't want to silence that old servant, then just become the grandson of the emperor, kill that old fellow Bi Qi, and then use your status as a member of the former royal family to rally those who still have their hearts set on the Meng Dynasty, and just depose that stupid crown prince and become emperor yourself."
Zuan shook his head: "Bi Qi is Bi Linglong's father after all. Linglong has deep feelings for me. How could I do this to her? Besides, I have no interest in being an emperor or anything like that."
Wouldn't it be great to be a regent? You have immense power, but you rarely need to handle specific government affairs, allowing you more time to cultivate yourself and explore the mysteries of life.
"You don't even want to be the emperor?" Mi Li was somewhat surprised. "You have so many confidantes around you. If you become the emperor, they can legitimately enter the harem, and no one will say anything."
"Otherwise, any other identity, with so many female confidantes around, would inevitably attract criticism."
Zuan shook his head: "I believe that the women around me who are my confidantes don't care about the position of a concubine."
Having witnessed so many powerful beings in the secret realm, he felt the vastness of the universe and the immensity of heaven and earth, with countless mysteries waiting to be explored. He had no interest in becoming an emperor.
"You don't want this or that, then there's nothing I can do." Mi Li glared at him irritably. "You're a classic case of wanting to have your cake and eat it too. Since you're so opinionated, I'm not going to bother with you anymore."
After saying this, he turned into a wisp of smoke and disappeared.
Zuan: "..."
Just then, a thought suddenly struck him, and he looked in the direction of the Marquis Shen's residence. He sensed that the magic array there seemed to be under attack.
He temporarily put aside his worries and transformed into a streak of light, rushing off in that direction.
Meanwhile, outside the Shenhou Mansion, the servants and guards of the Zuan Mansion stood in front of the gate with weapons, saying: "This is the Shenhou Mansion. Who dares to cause trouble here?"
“Cough cough, a mere marquis, yet he has such an air about him, daring to put on airs in front of me, cough cough…” a young man in brocade robes cursed. His face was extremely pale, and he gasped for breath before he could finish a sentence, looking as if he had been suffering from a long illness.
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