Xie Chunlin put down the child in his arms, walked up to Chen Sinian, patted his head, and then patted his body all over.
When he touched the small tube in his sleeve, he could clearly feel Chen Sinian's body tense up.
Hehe~ Just as he thought, Xie Chunlin nodded without showing any emotion: "You should be dressed warmly enough. Good boy, hurry back to your room with your aunt. Be careful not to catch a cold in the heavy night dew."
Seeing that her husband still doted on his nephew as always, Chen Hehua felt a huge weight lifted from her heart.
"Father, Ming-ge'er is sleepy." Xie Ming knew that his good father had already guessed what that ingrate was going to do, so he quickly spoke up at the right time.
Chen Hehua gave him a subtle sidelong glance, implying that the child was too temperamental and held a grudge against her, his biological mother.
Ignoring his wife's gaze, he turned around, picked up the child, and walked into the room, not forgetting to tell the woman beside him, "Tonight, Lei, you should rest at Nian Ge'er's place, so the child won't be frightened and left unattended."
Chen Hehua was still unsettled after having that nightmare, with too many questions and confusions. She thought her husband's suggestion was excellent, so she went to Chen Sinian's room.
She never expected that her nephew, who was almost 10 years old, would be so close to her, and she never expected that this was the first time she and her husband would sleep in separate rooms.
Back in his room, Xie Chunlin settled Xie Ming in before falling into deep thought.
Just now, Chen Sinian clearly had a tinderbox in his sleeve. He went to the woodshed in the dark without a lamp and still carried that thing with him. It's obvious what he was planning to do!
If it hadn't rained in his past life, his house would probably have been engulfed in flames instead!
After all, he was only 9 years old, and this was the only way he could think of to deal with Xie Ming. He didn't even consider that the houses here were all connected, and how much would be destroyed if he set fire to them.
If the Xie family falls, would Chen Sinian still be able to live so happily? How naive.
Xie Chunlin once hated that rain, but now he feels fortunate, otherwise the Xie family might have been killed by the ungrateful wretch.
At this point, Xie Chunlin began to doubt Chen Sinian's luck. A timely rain stopped his arson attempt, but ruined Xie Ming's life.
Afterwards, the three of them continued to suck his blood like cattle. Everything was just right, as if it were arranged by God.
Thinking of the unspeakable supernatural things, Xie Chunlin shuddered. If it happened again, would he be able to get through it safely with his child?
Man proposes, God disposes; even if he kept his son close at hand, he couldn't escape his fate.
Xie Chunlin stared at his sleeping son and pounded his thigh several times. In the end, he decided to eliminate that future threat. Since he had been given a second chance, he might have a fighting chance.
Xie Ming couldn't care less about his adoptive father's underhanded tactics; his primordial spirit was currently wandering around the palace.
Chen Sinian was indeed vicious, but he was no match for the villains in the capital. That little girl who wiped out hundreds of Xie family members with a single sentence was simply insane.
There are countless ways to win the heart of the one you love, but she chose the most sinful one.
So Xie Ming decided to come and see the palace; the dynasty in this world was quite impressive.
The court was not harsh on women and encouraged them to go out and earn a living; there were even female officials moving around in the palace. However, some unscrupulous people took advantage of the court's leniency to commit evil deeds.
Take, for example, that wet nurse's granddaughter, who, despite having no official position, dared to instruct court officials to frame the Xie family.
The current emperor will pass away in three years, and the seventh prince will succeed him, not the current crown prince.
The struggle for the throne did exist; otherwise, the seventh prince wouldn't have ascended to the throne. It's just a pity that the crown prince, who was groomed to be the heir apparent, was dragged down by his younger brother.
The seventh prince was just lucky; his older brothers were either dead or crippled. He was the perfect fit for the throne because he was older.
Having never formally studied the art of rulership, he stumbled and faltered in governing the court. If it weren't for the wise ruler who left behind many capable ministers, his life wouldn't have been so smooth. However, it was under his rule that the dynasty began its decline.
Xie Ming believes that if the current national policies can be maintained, this dynasty may well survive into the future.
Considering the other half of the planet where no war has yet broken out over a woman, he felt this dynasty could still be saved. If they could simply follow the trends outside, perhaps the catastrophe on this half of the land could be avoided a few hundred years from now.
Since that's the case, then he'll make a bold decision. He'll grant the person sleeping on the dragon bed an incredible opportunity!
The old emperor, unaware of the profound reshaping of his values he was about to undergo, was still snoring contentedly.
Just a few days later, he began to have paranoia. If the same dream didn't attract attention for a day or two, his increasingly youthful appearance made him believe that he had encountered an old deity.
In his dream, he saw the world change drastically, the future prosperity, and the governing abilities of future generations.
It was impossible for him to give up royal rule now; his very being made him remember the hardships his ancestors had endured.
But he also understood that everything he saw in his dream was the inevitable path. Even if he killed all the "traitors," could he stop those tall, blond, blue-eyed thieves on the other side who coveted this land?
Only by leading the way can he protect the people of the world; only by shedding burdens can the legacy of his ancestors last for generations.
Finally, the emperor, who was to die suddenly in two years, decided to do something.
As he made the decision, his mind exploded like fireworks, and many historical events and figures that he had previously been unable to see clearly in his dreams suddenly appeared before his eyes.
He also understood that the dynasty would eventually fall into the hands of the seventh prince, and that it would be destroyed after three generations of his descendants.
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