Dimi and Felix stared at their father in a daze, their little heads not understanding what this meant for a moment.

But soon, Felix was so excited that he almost jumped up, and said in shock: "The other dukes and the Queen like our ancestors!?"

"Everyone likes it?" Di Mi couldn't understand it either, and looked confused: "And there are two men and three women?"

However, when Di Mi looked up at the portrait in front of him, he immediately realized his own superficiality - for his ancestors, gender was not an insurmountable gap at all.

"It is said that the portrait only has one-tenth of the charm of the ancestor," Lord Zhuxing said, "In addition to his appearance, the ancestor's more fatal personality charm. He narrowly escaped death several times in his life, and each time his subordinates were willing to sacrifice themselves to buy time for him. His legions would never retreat until the last man. He was captured three times, but each time the enemy leaders rebelled for him... It can even be said that the other four dukes were all won over by the ancestor, and they were loyal to the Fourth Princess for the sake of the ancestor."

Felix was already shocked, but Dimi showed a suspicious look on his face, "Father, this sounds too... even more unbelievable than the knight novels that mother criticized."

"It's quite normal." Lord Zhuxing said, "I didn't believe it when I first heard it, and the rest of the story is even more bizarre."

"What happened next?" Felix looked expectant. "Who did the ancestor choose to be with?"

"Among the five admirers, there are four legendary magicians and one founding queen." Lord Zhuxing looked down at the children and said, "What do you think would happen if the ancestor chose one of them?"

Felix tilted his head: "Live happily together?"

Di Mi thought of a terrifying possibility: "If the choice made by our ancestors cannot satisfy everyone..."

"Then the newly established dynasty will become a sacrifice to their love." Duke Zhuxing said, "In fact, during the war, the conflicts between the admirers have already become heated and public. Except for the ancestor, no one from the other four dukes attended the coronation ceremony of the Golden Rose Queen."

"Even if the ancestor chooses to stay in seclusion for the rest of his life, it won't work. Everyone will just think that he just doesn't have the courage to make a choice. Then they will help him make the choice."

"The legendary civil war is about to break out."

The children swallowed nervously, and Felix asked cautiously, "Then how did the ancestors...solve this problem?"

For some reason, Lord Zhuxing suddenly laughed. It was the first time they heard their father's laughter, but there was not a trace of joy in it, only deep bitterness and mockery.

"The ancestors met the dramatic poet in Ruby Mountain."

Dimi and Felix blinked, "Drama Poet?"

Lord Zhuxing said, "You will understand it later. For now, you only need to know that he is a man who can bring about miracles. Although it is an encounter, it is not known whether it was the drama poet himself or the gift he left behind... In short, the drama poet helped our ancestor realize a wish."

"The dramatic poet makes everyone dislike the ancestors."

The children were a little confused, "Huh?"

"It's not about deleting their memories or changing the past, but about distorting their feelings forever." Lord Zhuxing said, "Even if they lose their memories, they will still like what they like; even if they don't like it now, they may be attracted to it in the future. Only by making sure they never have any feelings for their ancestors can we completely eradicate this disaster."

"Later, our ancestor married Lady An Lilian, who grew up with him and had always secretly loved him. No one objected, and the Duke and the Queen both came to the wedding to give their blessings. That's how our Vosloda lineage came into being."

He was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "What do you think?"

"If this story is true..." Di Mi thought for a moment and said, "Then our ancestor was a great man. He helped his admirers to let go of their worries, but also prevented their love from turning into a disaster."

Lord Zhuxing did not comment, and looked at Felix who was struggling on the other side. The latter hesitated for a long time before saying, "I think the ancestor... is a little stupid."

"Why?"

"Since he can make the dramatic poet's wish come true, why doesn't he let everyone like him and love each other?" Felix asked crisply, "The ancestor actually likes everyone, right?"

The corner of Zhuxinggong's mouth showed a hint of smile, but it disappeared in an instant: "I asked my father the same question at the beginning."

"Because it's been a long time, we don't know whether drama poets can satisfy this wish, but our ancestors should never have had such thoughts." He said: "When you look at the manuscripts and poems left by our ancestors in the future, it will be easy to see that our ancestors were...purists."

"Purists?" The children tilted their heads.

"To put it simply, he only pursues 100% pure love and doesn't believe that love can be shared." For some reason, Lord Zhuxing's voice was a little bitter: "Perhaps because of his experiences as a teenager, he cares very much about the purity of feelings and cannot allow others or himself to taint love."

"He never thought about loving so many people at the same time. In "Summer Night Poem", he used the trash can as a metaphor for himself. He thought that even if he didn't do it on purpose, he felt very dirty and sinful because so many people fell in love with him. When he made this wish to the drama poet, he planned to be single and lonely for the rest of his life, but Mrs. An Lilian never left him, and he really couldn't let down another person, so he got married and had children."

Although the children didn't understand much, they couldn't help but think that their ancestors were great. When they looked at the portraits on the wall, in addition to yearning for beauty, they also showed sincere respect.

I thought the story ended here, but Lord Zhuxing suddenly said, "There is another reason why our ancestors did not intend to get married, which is that the drama poet's wish is not without price. Except for our ancestors, our Vosloda will be trapped in the curse for generations and will not be able to get rid of it."

"What!?" Felix was shocked and quickly lowered his head to search his body, as if the curse was a crawling centipede.

"What is the curse?" Di Mi was much calmer. "Mother never told me about this."

"The curse message is behind the portrait," Lord Zhuxing said calmly, "Tear it down if you are brave enough."

The two children looked at the large painting together. Do they have to take down the portraits of their ancestors if they want to know the curse?

Lord Zhuxing turned and left. When he reached the door of the secret room, he saw two children running towards him. A hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes, and he said, "Have you given up?"

"Father!" Di Mi said loudly, "We can't even dig it out, come and help us!"

Ten seconds later, the portrait of the ancestor lay on the carpet in the secret room, revealing the back of the drawing board. On the ink-black drawing board, there were several lines of meaningful words.

Felix almost put his eyes to the paper and looked at it with a serious expression. Finally, he raised his head helplessly and said, "These words are so complicated!"

Not to mention Felix, even Di Mi could hardly understand it. He only knew the most formal characters now. The elegant and beautiful font of his ancestors was too difficult for him.

Lord Zhuxing half-knelt between them, pointing at the words above and translating them one by one:

“I thought I had a choice, but in fact, no matter which choice I made, it was wrong.”

"I thought I could be kind, but in fact, everything I do is a sin"

"I finally understand the words of the poet: my price is my sin."

"I thought I could judge whether other people's love was right, so Vosloda would fall in love with the wrong person."

Felix was confused.

"I think I can judge whether other people's hatred is wrong, so Vosloda will hate people who cannot be hated."

Dimi tried hard to think about the meaning of these words.

"I thought I could judge whether others were happy or not, so Vosloda would always live in pain, never having peace and no reward."

Zhu Xinggong recited these words with an expressionless face.

"I make it impossible for others to obtain what they want, so Vosloda will also be unable to obtain what he wants."

"After a hundred years of training and a lifetime of wandering, at the end, looking back, I realize that I have failed to live up to my gratitude and have accomplished nothing. Birth, aging, sickness and death, love, hate, separation, everything is..."

"I can't get it even if I try."

…

…

In the Star Bridge Hall, the blond young man looked at Felix and said gently, "Thank you for your hard work, kid."

Miss Vosiloda shed two lines of tears without realizing it. She kept wiping them with the back of her hand, but her tears kept getting more and more, as if she wanted to cry out all the grievances she had suffered over the past decade.

Ash and the others also realized that if Felix's ancestor, the legendary magician from a thousand years ago, was not dead, there was only one possibility -

"The stars are the law, and the messengers are the rules."

"I am the Sword Law Angel under the constellation of the Stars." Sword Law looked at Ash, his feminine gaze was so sharp that it hurt Ash's eyes: "In accordance with the Supreme Law, I come to welcome Ash Hiss to heaven."