When Zhang Zitong heard the words "you are like that", hatred surged in his heart, but he suppressed it. He had seen it clearly over the years.
"Who am I? You planned everything that happened to me. You're a villain who dares to do things but not take responsibility. Mother saw through it a long time ago. It's just that you're the heir and the future master of the Marquisate, so she didn't want to offend you.
You say you love me, knowing full well that you have been trying every possible way to make my father hate me since I was a child, interrupting my studies and my family's affections. Not satisfied with raising a useless person, you bribed my servants to lead me to keep male favorites and then male paramours, leading me step by step into the abyss.
She had seen it a long time ago, but pretended not to know, neither reminding me nor caring. She just gave me some money occasionally to make me more dissolute and help your plan more successful.
Now, taking your mother's love for me as an example, it means she doesn't want to divide the family property. Instead, she wishes I would be caught and beheaded, so that you can get everything alone. What a good idea.
It's a pity that those who died were all bought by me with indentures. The civilians you asked your servants to bring here will only be tortured a little, but I won't chop off their heads at all."
Marquis Cheng'en knew that he could not let his son continue talking. The heir he had been eyeing for so many years could not be ruined.
"Okay, I promise, you deserve this!"
"Then I'll trust you, father, this time. But please protect my life. I won't commit suicide. Watch over your eldest son and don't let him do anything to me."
The prince's face turned pale when he heard what he said. He had always thought that his second brother was really useless and that his family would not pay much attention to his death one day. He didn't expect that he would stab himself in the end and make his father change his mind.
But so what? Even if my father knew what I was like, he had no choice but to accept it. He had no other heir to choose from, and my second brother would never have any descendants.
He was lucky to have a chance to save his life.
Congcong passed on the sibling feud that took place here to Bai Zhiyue and Doudou without any errors.
Because he played three roles, he was very busy. He stood on one side, then on the other side, sometimes he was the father, sometimes he was the eldest brother, and sometimes he was the younger brother. Fortunately, he had a quick mind and an excellent memory, otherwise how could he remember so much content, and with such emotion that he could even distinguish the sounds and colors clearly.
[I'm so tired! Bring me some tea and give me a massage to help me recover!]
Bai Zhiyue poured him a cup of Biluochun, his favorite tea, into his special cup. She gently pressed her fingers on his paws and rubbed them.
[Not bad, this strength is appropriate, keep it up]
Bai Zhiyue raised the corner of her mouth and pressed down with her hand.
[Ah, it hurts, it hurts]
Congcong couldn't even jump up
[Let go, let go, my foot is about to fall off, no need to massage it anymore, stop!]
Bai Zhiyue then let go
[I shouldn't have any expectations of you. You're just a tyrant, a female tyrant!]
"Then you are still rude"
Congcong turned his head away from her. What could he do? It was as if this mouth was not his own. He just loved to show off.
[This family is so scheming, my God. The mother is afraid of her son who will be the head of the family, so she dare not speak out. The brother is afraid of being killed, and he dare not resist openly even though he knows he is being plotted against.
The elder son was afraid that his father would like the younger son, so he started to scheme at a very young age. The father thought that having one outstanding son was enough to avoid internal strife, so he turned a blind eye and let his son learn bad habits.
This play could fill several books. Doudou, why don't you just write their story in the next one? I can also help with the follow-up, so I can write a lot more.
"It's a good topic. Writing it down might even help save those who have been maliciously praised and stifled. Saving even one person would be a merit."
Bai Zhiyue didn't say much about her son's innocent thoughts, as she was watching him anyway.
"Mom, put aside their plot against us. You said the eldest brother is the heir, why do you insist on crippling the second brother?"
"There are so many cases of brothers killing each other. In every royal battle, it's a life-and-death struggle. There's no such thing as brotherhood."
"There's no heir to the throne in his family?"
"In this world, profit is the most important thing. Even if you don't have the throne, don't you still have money and power? From what he said, Zhang Zitong must have been quite good when he was young, which puts Big Brother in danger!"
"He inherits the title. If his younger brother grows up well, wouldn't that be helpful? And wouldn't it be better if he didn't have to rely on him in the future?"
"Let's just say you haven't been beaten by society. If your younger brother is too outstanding and overshadows him, then the one who inherited the title is actually not as good as the one who earned the position based on his own ability. How can he feel good about it? Some people just can't stand others being outstanding or doing well. They will suppress them ruthlessly if they can, regardless of whether they are family or not.
For example, in the past, work positions in state-owned enterprises could be inherited. When elders retired, their children could take over the job. Back then, workers were highly sought after, and being a worker offered lifelong security.
But if there are multiple children in a family, which one should be given the right one? Generally, the eldest son will definitely be given the child, so the eldest son has a natural advantage.
But later he found out that although his younger brothers and sisters did not get jobs, they studied well or were successful in business and had better development, while he only had a fixed salary of a few dollars every month. Do you think he would be happy?
When he gets it, he is happy and thinks he deserves it. But when he finds out that he is not as good as others, he might become resentful! "
"But if his brothers and sisters are unsuccessful and have a bad life, wouldn't he be held responsible?"
"Only when he's having a bad time can his good qualities be revealed!"
"So he's the one who gets all the benefits, and he doesn't want others to work hard, or achieve more than him?"
“That’s human nature!”
"Now that you put it that way, Zhang Zitong feels a little pitiful!"
"You pity him?"
"I feel like I've been overly calculated!"
"You're wrong again. He knew he was being plotted against, yet he insisted on going down the path of no return. He didn't dare to vent his resentment and hatred on the people who harmed him, but instead vented it on innocent people. And you still feel sorry for him?"
"That's right. If you understand everything but don't dare to fight back, you'll end up bullying those who can't. If you really wanted to ignore how others treated you and just work hard, how could you have gotten to this point?"
"The whole family has always been bad at heart, it's just that the east wind suppresses the west wind."
"Mom, you are amazing. You always see things more clearly than I do."
"You'll understand once you see more of the world."
"Then how should their family deal with this, especially the Crown Prince? He's the most vicious and wicked of all. He holds a grudge against his mother because he couldn't become a Marquis, but he's unwilling to take action himself and is instigating others to step in."
"Since you're so worried about the so-called thieves, I'll just go over there for fun, scare them, and teach them a lesson."
“Good, they were scared and never dared to have any bad ideas again. If Congcong hadn’t been watching them and heard the news, who knows how many people would have been killed.
Once the damage is done, no matter who caused it, Mother will be forced to bear some responsibility. If she is ostracized by the city's elite, no matter how capable she is, she won't be able to continue running the business. It will be more than just a matter of losing the shop."
"Yes, yes, it's all thanks to me for keeping an eye on you. Even if it was freezing me to death in this weather, I didn't give up. Otherwise, how could I have taken the initiative to deal with the danger and even done a good deed by the way?"
"Yes, thank you."
"Hey, you're welcome. It's my duty."
Haha, who’s being polite to you?
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