A look of reminiscence appeared in the Duke of Zhenguo's eyes: "Those few months in Zhoujia Town were the happiest time of my life. And now, your mother is gone, Gu Lao Er has changed, and he only cares about Lao Da. He is still the same as he was when he was young, which makes people yearn for him."
Lu Zheng said, “People change. Uncle has changed too, but you don’t want to know about his changes. You just want to keep his image locked in your memory, so you think he hasn’t changed. Father, I’m not afraid to tell you, if you could take Uncle back to the time before Mother met you, he would definitely drag Mother away and make her stay away from you. That’s how Uncle has changed. He would rather my mother miss out on a man she thought was a good match, he would rather my mother not have my sister and me as her children, he would definitely do everything he could to make my mother avoid an early death.”
Lu Zheng did not think that his uncle had romantic feelings for his mother. In any case, there was definitely no such feeling before his mother got married, and it was even more impossible after his mother got married.
After all, Uncle Gu is a very straightforward person, a bit late to mature, and younger than his mother.
If his mother hadn't met his father and hadn't married, the two might have gotten together thanks to his maternal grandmother and Grandma Gu's relationship.
But then his father appeared, and everything unfolded according to the trajectory arranged by fate. So, Uncle Gu only regarded his mother as his own sister, just like Aunt Gu.
No, to be precise, they were even closer than Aunt Gu.
Aunt Gu is several years younger than Uncle Gu. When Uncle Gu was a child, he often played with Zhou Yujia and was used to listening to his older sister.
Uncle Gu will protect Zhou Yujia and Aunt Gu, but he will never listen to Aunt Gu; he will only listen to Zhou Yujia.
This is a matter of habit, a habit formed from childhood.
The Duke of Zhenguo stared at Lu Zheng in shock.
This time, Lu Zheng spoke calmly, his voice completely flat, unlike before when he would either speak coldly, make sarcastic remarks, ignore people, or shout angrily.
However, Lu Zheng stopped yelling and spoke as if he were saying something very ordinary and certain.
The Duke of Zhenguo felt a pang of heartache.
It's like there's a wad of cotton stuck in your throat; you want to get it out, but you can't; you want to swallow it, but you can't.
It's not that I can't breathe, but that my breathing is uneven; that light, painless feeling is actually very uncomfortable.
Lu Zheng looked calmly at the Duke of Zhenguo and did not continue speaking.
Suddenly, the Duke of Zhenguo's shoulders slumped, his mouth opened and closed, but he didn't say anything.
"I'm tired, I'm going to sleep now. Be careful on your journey and take good care of Xin Xin." After saying this, the Duke of Zhenguo turned and went back to his room.
His back suddenly became somewhat hunched, which made Lu Zheng feel uneasy. He only felt better after seeing his back disappear.
He clenched his fists. What exactly happened back then?
Lu Zheng had been investigating the relationship between the Lin family and the Prince of Qu, as well as Lu Ming's identity. He had confirmed that Lu Ming was not the son of the Duke of Zhenguo, but he couldn't be sure if Lu Ni was. While he was investigating Lu Ni, he always felt that someone was one step ahead of him and destroyed the clues he thought he was about to obtain. He couldn't find any clues, and they would disappear before he even had a chance to see what they were. It was very strange.
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