Chapter 80 Chapter 80 (Part 3)

On Balem, Rong Heng and others had been following the development of the situation. When they saw Si Yan was going to declare war on Sijialan, everyone's faces were not very happy.

"He wants to start a civil war in the empire?" Hector felt his head buzzing and couldn't help looking at Rong Heng: "Is he really your biological father? He wants to start a civil war at this time?"

He simply couldn't understand why Rong Heng, a man full of evil, had such an ambitious yet extremely stupid father.

The power of the four ancient tribes has continued for thousands of years. The "Star of Sijialan" does not only refer to Sijialan, but also includes all the planets that are attached to and loyal to Sijialan. The Galaxy Empire has a total of nine administrative regions, and the highest military commander of the Melches region is the elder of the mermaid tribe. Once the civil war begins, the entire Melches region will stand on the opposite side of the empire without hesitation.

This does not include other regions and planets that are friendly with or have interests with the planet Sijialan.

The start of a civil war means chaos in the rear of the empire and the defeat of the frontline defense. Whether at the national level or at the level of ordinary people, starting a civil war at the moment of the Zerg invasion is tantamount to self-destruction.

Mellor couldn't help but say, "Although it may be disrespectful to the wise Queen, I do suspect that he is an undercover agent of the Zerg."

Otherwise, normal humans simply cannot do such a thing.

Rong Heng said nothing. He lowered his eyes and remained silent for a long time. Then he stood up, left the lounge and returned to the bedroom.

The cubs who had been listening obediently could not help but ask in a low voice: "Is the man in the video just now Brother Rong's father?"

Hector and Melaire then realized that they had accidentally exposed Rong Heng's identity. During this period, the cubs frequently participated in various meetings, so much so that they actually forgot to ask the cubs to stay away this time.

"It used to be." Mellaire shrugged.

"Was it before?" The little fox looked puzzled, lowered his voice and asked hesitantly: "Did his father not want him anymore?"

"You could say... he doesn't want his father anymore," Meryl said. "I doubt he wants to have such a father."

She couldn't help but whisper, "How could such a powerful person like Queen Farah choose such a person as her husband..."

This is a question that she still cannot figure out.

The affairs of the royal family were too complicated, so Melaire did not reveal too much to the cubs. But the cubs still understood something from the few words they heard, and turned their heads to look at Rong Heng's tightly closed door with worried expressions.

Rong Heng stood on the balcony, looking up at the sky dyed red by the setting sun, but he still couldn't calm down.

Anger was surging in his chest, but he had nowhere to vent it, so he could only force himself to stay calm.

But Si Yan's ambitious face still lingered in his mind, that familiar face that always made it hard to tell his emotions, but now it was filled with hypocrisy and greed, which was nauseating.

But such a person happened to be his father.

He remembered that a long time ago, he had secretly asked his mother whether his father disliked him.

Because ever since he could remember, it was his mother who taught him, and his father rarely even smiled at him. Most of the time, he was silent and cold. All that was left in Rong Heng's memory was his deep gaze when he looked at his mother, and his straight, lonely profile.

At that time his mother explained to him that he was just not good at expressing his emotions.

She picked up the book next to Rong Heng, pointed to the dense and easy-to-understand annotations on it and said, "These are all books from your father. Your father is a genius. He never needs to make annotations or notes when reading. He did this specially for you. But he is a reserved person. If you don't discover it yourself, he will never tell you."

In his mind at that time, although Si Yan was not a close and dependent father, he stood up as a wise and knowledgeable person.

He also always believed that his mother was not someone who would be blinded by love, and her evaluation of Si Yan always affected Rong Heng.

But ever since he was assassinated, Si Yan's actions have been subverting his long-held cognition.

He stared at the sky and murmured softly, "Did my mother really see the wrong person?"

The sound of a mobile phone call behind him broke his thoughts. Rong Heng had to calm down and turn into the bedroom.

"Lucien?" He answered the call, his brows slightly raised.

"Your Highness." Lucien bowed and then explained his purpose: "Did you watch the Emperor's press conference?"

Rong Heng nodded: "I saw it, what's wrong?"

Lucien coughed twice and said slowly: "His Majesty the Emperor is trying to start a civil war. The empire will fall into complete chaos. It is time for us to take action. This is a good opportunity to win the hearts of the people..."

"Lucien." Rong Heng raised his hand to interrupt him before he finished speaking.

He looked at the old man in the white robe with a new eye, a scrutinizing look: "You don't seem to care about the consequences of the civil war at all."

Lucien once told him that he must fulfill the Queen's last wish, overthrow the corrupt empire and establish a new country.

Such an idealist should be compassionate and should also be the one who cares most about the survival of the country and the future of the people.

But Lucien didn't. The first words he said after contacting him were full of a politician's assessment of the situation and cold calculations.

"Are you trying to support me in establishing a new empire for the Queen's ideals, for the people of the empire, or for your own selfish desires?" Rong Heng said with a mocking look: "If it's the latter, then I must tell you that I will never be a puppet for you to manipulate, and I will not repeat the mistakes of my predecessors."

His attitude was clear, and he laid his suspicion of Lucien out in the open.

From the moment Lucien approached him after so many years, he never fully trusted him. The short-term cooperation before was nothing more than mutual benefit.

Now, he finally raised the question he had long raised.

Lucien looked surprised, and his expression even froze for a moment. It seemed that Rong Heng's questioning made him fall into deep thought.

After a long silence, he slowly spoke: "You are right, I took the wrong path."

He bowed deeply to Rong Heng: "But what I said to you at the beginning was absolutely true. Whether you trust me or not, I will always be the paving stone on your road ahead, and I am willing to pave a smooth road for you with my body."

"As for the civil war, I will not say anything more. You and Her Majesty the Queen are very similar. You have both found a way forward."

After saying this, he bowed again apologetically.

He frankly admitted his mistake, which made Rong Heng unable to get angry. He stared at the hunchbacked old man and said, "I hope it's true as you said."

This conversation was not pleasant. The two did not say anything more and quickly cut off the communication.

Lucien turned off his computer, and his short, hunched body gradually stretched out. The white robe that was originally tight on him seemed a little empty and short.

He took off his wig in front of the mirror, put on a well-fitting dress, and buttoned his clothes carefully before leaving the secret room and walking to the study outside.

The furnishings of the study were exactly the same as before. There were a large number of documents to be processed on the large desk, the bookshelves on three sides were filled with books, and a portrait of the previous queen hung on the wall.

He walked slowly to his desk and silently pulled out a book. Looking at the two handwritings on the book, his cold expression gradually softened, but only a little.

I'm used to making exaggerated and vain expressions. Even when it's not necessary, my subconscious expression will still change subtly.

Make him feel disgusted and disgusted.

Putting the books carefully back away, he walked to the hanging portrait of the Queen.

The young queen in the photo has a bright smile and looks full of energy.

He remembered that this photo was taken in the year she ascended the throne. At that time, she had just graduated from college and was only 23 years old.

Later, she complained many times that she was too young at the time, her expression was too flamboyant, and she lacked the stability of an emperor. At one point, she wanted to change the portrait.

But because he liked it, he finally kept it.

Looking up at the portrait, he slowly stepped back and whispered: "You are right, he does not need to learn how to be a good emperor, he should become a better revolutionary leader."

Farah once told him that his teachings were too purposeful and utilitarian, and full of the cold calculations of politicians. Although this was said as a joke, it made him realize his own shortcomings.

He and Farah are completely different people.

Farah is an idealist who still has feelings for the declining empire and is willing to do everything he can to save the empire and its people. But he is different. He seems to be born unable to empathize with others. In his eyes, both the empire and the people are just handy tools.

He thought he had hidden it well, but he didn't expect that Farah had already discovered it.

So later he stopped participating in the cub's education. He didn't want the cub to be influenced by him and eventually become like him.

"You taught him very well. Even after you are gone, he will still grow up to be a person like you." He showed a faint smile on his face, bowed to the portrait, and then turned and left.

By the time he reached the door, he was the ambitious emperor again.

Queen Seya was waiting at the door of the study. When she saw him, she hurried over, took his arm intimately, and said with joy, "My dear, I have good news to tell you."

Si Yan hid his emotions very well, and turned his gaze to her belly, his expression and tone were impeccable: "Let me guess, you are pregnant, right?"

"How did you know that?" Seya covered her mouth and cried out in surprise, then said with some dissatisfaction: "You are too smart. There is no surprise at all."

"But I have been looking forward to seeing him for a long time." Si Yan gently stroked her belly and said with a smile: "We should share this good news with your father."

Seya's cheeks flushed: "So fast? The doctor said it's only been two months."

"Not so fast." Si Yan said, "We are all looking forward to his arrival."

The two looked at each other, and Seya lowered her head shyly and happily. Si Yan looked at her, but the smile did not reach his eyes.