"Why didn’t you personally see off General Pony when he left?"
During alti, the host also enjoyed a brief respite. After sending her mother back to her room, Fujiwara Reiki was intercepted by Fujiwara Takuya.
"Didn’t Prince His Highness do that on our behalf?"
"The Imperial Family being able to marry Li Ji is truly a blessing for them. You’re not even married yet, and already so close as family," Fujiwara Takuya sighed lightly.
Fujiwara Reiki looked at him: "Shouldn’t brother be happy about it?"
"Why should I be happy? You and Prince His Highness are the ones who are family."
"Brother, we are also family."
Fujiwara Takuya smiled without saying a word, yet his eyes were filled with coldness.
One wrong step can bring a regret that lasts a thousand years.
The charge of patricide is the Sword of Damocles hanging over his head. Even when seeing the US Army unwilling to remain idle and start to intervene, he finds no joy in it at all.
"Brother, do you think it’s the father in heaven watching over us? See, could it be that our fortunes are about to turn?"
The enemy’s enemy is a friend.
To snipe at Shen Zhou’s power, not only would the Imperial Family, but Fujiwara Takuya as well should be considered a utilizable figure in the minds of the US military stationed in Japan.
Thus, for this newly bereaved Fujiwara Family Head about to take the throne, the US military becos the ideal new patron.
"Sister, do you know the difference between us?"
Fujiwara Takuya said slowly: "You seek freedom, but I strive to make our Fujiwara Clan and our Japan great once more. Do you think it’s sothing to rejoice about to beco soone else’s lapdog?"
Fujiwara Reiki paused in silence, seemingly not taking this as a mockery directed at her.
"Brother, I now believe that having you lead the Fujiwara Family is undoubtedly an incredibly correct decision."
Fujiwara Takuya tugged at the corner of his mouth.
Ever-changing fortunes of life.
The roles have reversed.
Now it’s his turn to endure humiliation and bear heavy burdens.
"Since mother and sister trust so much, I will undoubtedly do my utmost to live up to your expectations. Li Ji, from now on, please take care of us."
"Don’t worry, brother, at any ti, as family, we will steadfastly support you from behind."
Saying that, Fujiwara Reiki no longer stayed, "I still have guests to attend to, excuse ."
As she walked past him in her wooden clogs with a graceful deanor, Fujiwara Takuya’s pupils dilated, then contracted, expanded again, and so on.
Being a dog is not sothing he desires.
Being a marionette is likewise not his wish.
Yet he finds himself standing upon a lofty suspension bridge, with no third road in all directions.
Of course.
There might be another choice.
Rectify years of mistakes, strike first!
Dead n tell no tales.
He finds himself in this predicant due to hesitation and rcy, isn’t it?
Behind Fujiwara Reiki’s curvaceous retreating figure, Fujiwara Takuya’s eyes turned grim, murder evident.
Still, ultimately lacking that final ounce of courage.
Indeed.
Courage.
Where once he was full of confidence, disdainful of action, now he finds himself... frightened.
He has experienced his dear sister’s capabilities firsthand, unwilling to believe she would be without any defenses.
An arrow shot cannot return, once taking action, there would be no room for maneuver, that cursed well holding a body could very well have another added to it.
Fujiwara Takuya stepped forward.
The siblings walked in opposite directions.
"Gentlen, please follow ."
As part of diplomatic matters, Korean political figures also ca to pay their respects, currently following Fujiwara Reiki are two senior lawmakers from Korea’s opposition party.
To so extent, Korea and Japan share similar plights, claid developed nations yet unable to exercise full sovereignty, with foreign troops even stationed overtly on their land.
So find pride in this.
Others see it as an utmost humiliation.
"Is Mr. Jiang inside?"
Fujiwara Reiki nodded.
The two exalted Korean lawmakers promptly adjusted their attire.
Once they had composed themselves, Fujiwara Reiki knocked on the door and then opened it.
Boss Jiang had finished his al and was alone drinking tea inside.
"Mr. Jiang, Congressman Wen, Congressman Li have arrived."
Fujiwara Reiki reported outside the door, though the legitimate daughter of the prestigious Fujiwara Family, she appeared like a servant, further amplifying Boss Jiang’s aura.
"Mr. Jiang, hello, I am Wen Daoyuan."
"And I am Li Duoxun."
The two lawmakers hurriedly entered, the young yet already over forty Congressman Wen, all clearly a full cycle older than Jiang Chen, yet as respectful as students before a teacher.
Fujiwara Reiki genuinely seed to assu the role of a servant, her task completed upon leading them here, intending to close the door and leave.
"Miss Fujiwara, please join us as well."
A call ca from inside the room.
The two visiting lawmakers specifically looked towards the doorway, then exchanged a knowing glance in silence.
Fujiwara Reiki’s eyes involuntarily revealed a trace of a smile, then she too entered the room, closing the door behind her.
Shen Zhou.
Korea.
Japan.
This counts as a trilateral eting.
Though it was her ho turf, after entering Fujiwara Reiki remained silent, willingly taking a supporting role.
"Mr. Jiang, Yin Ronghuan has gone mad, since he ca to power, he’s been endlessly selling out the national interest, entirely focused on currying favor with the West, disregarding the welfare of the populace, now even resorting to any ans to attack those of us opposing him. Mr. Jiang, if it weren’t for Prosecutor Che adhering to law and justice, who knows how many people would have fallen victim to his political reprisals and suffered wrongful imprisonnt, Mr. Jiang, the Korean people truly cannot wait any longer, please, Mr. Jiang, on behalf of our long-standing friendship as brother nations, help us."
Congressman Wen spoke with deep grief and earnest words, as though Fujiwara Reiki wasn’t present at all.
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