Capítulo 2245: Chapter 13: For Whom Does the Wind and Dew Stand in the Midnight
Zhongxuan Sheng’s obese figure is often a source of amusent.
Especially when he walks, his fat ripples like water, becoming more and more ridiculous, how can there be any dignity?
Most people in the world do not have his family background, intelligence, or achievents, yet they don’t have his obesity, so they find reasons to mock him.
But today, as he walks out without looking back, in the deeply rooted Marquis of Bowang’s Mansion, he is no longer the lonely little fat boy lying on the ground, nor the young master who smiles falsely early on, but has truly grown into a “person.”
Above, he can support the heavens; below, he can stand firm on the ground, facing a storm alone.
He didn’t use the Divine Skills of Law of Heaven and Earth, but he is taller and stronger than ever.
Smart people always have many ideas; their hearts are broad. Sotis the smarter they are, the harder it is to know what they truly want.
But now he knows.
Zhongxuan Yunbo’s voice ages behind him: “Do you know what you are losing by just walking out?”
Zhongxuan Sheng also leaves his youthful voice behind: “I won’t rember what I’ve lost; I only rember what I have.”
He probably lost the hereditary Marquis of Bowang, the possibility of catching up with Jiang Wang’s and Zhongxuan Zun’s cultivation, the Insight of Truth, the intricate network of the Zhong Xuan Family, and the present and future of the top noble family in the Great Qi Empire.
But so what?
He strides outward; his voice remains in the Marquis of Bowang’s Mansion.
“I now, at least have a De Sheng Trading Company, at least have Jiang Wang who will support under any circumstance, at least have… Shisi.”
“With Shisi, I have everything.”
“Grandfather, I hope you truly haven’t done anything to Shisi. Otherwise, I’m actually a very scary person.”
Zhongxuan Yunbo realizes he has been threatened.
Logically, it’s quite absurd.
Emotionally, it’s blatant disrespect.
Yet, he doesn’t feel angry.
He just feels sowhat lonely.
His four sons, from Ming Guang to Ming River, none put the family first.
His two legitimate grandsons, from Zhongxuan Zun to Zhongxuan Sheng, none prioritize the family.
He had never intended to harm Shisi.
From start to finish, it was rely to make Zhongxuan Sheng compromise, to make Shisi his concubine.
Didn’t expect Zhongxuan Sheng wouldn’t even back down from this step.
Every family future he had high hopes for had their stubbornness, and that stubbornness was not the family itself.
Isn’t it too ironic?
He leans on the chair, feeling quite weary. But when he speaks, he maintains a strong voice, refusing to weaken. He snorts coldly: “I, Zhongxuan Yunbo, am not the type to take out my anger on a little girl.”
As he watches the overweight figure disappear in the dazzling heavenly light.
Just like many years ago…
Can’t quite rember how long, like it was just yesterday.
The child left, never coming back.
Will never co back.
“Foolish, father!”
Zhongxuan Mingguang suddenly rushes in, startling Zhongxuan Yunbo, nearly scaring him stiff.
Glancing over, he couldn’t help but scold: “What are you sneaking around for!”
Zhongxuan Mingguang approaches, while using his boot to gather the wooden fragnts on the ground, saying: “Don’t be angry, don’t be angry, hey, I’m just here to check on you, in case you have an unfortunate mishap.”
Zhongxuan Yunbo jumps up to find a knife: “Today, I’ll give you that unfortunate mishap!”
“Father, father!” Zhongxuan Mingguang hurriedly hugs his waist, repeatedly saying: “Calm down! Calm down! Calm down!”
Zhongxuan Yunbo struggles a bit, unable to break free, feeling a sudden sadness.
Cursing: “Get off !”
Zhongxuan Mingguang maintains a defensive posture while letting go and creating distance, muttering: “Why are you venting on ? It’s not like I annoyed you.”
“You’re not convinced, aren’t you?” Zhongxuan Yunbo stares at him irritably: “Even you’re not convinced now, right?”
“I am, I am.” Zhongxuan Mingguang nods and smiles obsequiously: “I absolutely am. Please, calm down, don’t argue with a fool!”
Zhongxuan Yunbo hears this and indeed, it makes sense. The foolishness of his eldest son isn’t a new thing. At least now he recognizes his stupidity, which itself is progress… So he sits back in another chair.
Just then Zhongxuan Mingguang says again: “This child Asheng hasn’t inherited the intelligence of the Zhong Xuan Family at all, what’s he thinking?”
The old man listens and feels sothing’s off: “So who did you just say was the fool?”
Zhongxuan Mingguang naturally says: “Asheng! Who else could it be, ?!”
The old man is montarily silent.
Zhongxuan Mingguang continues: “Such a good marriage proposal, doesn’t accept it, insists on marrying a dead soldier and only one wife in this life, isn’t this pure foolishness? Where in the world does a dead soldier beco a marquis’s wife? It’s laughable if the news spreads!”
Zhongxuan Yunbo doesn’t scold him this ti.
He sits in silence for a while, sighing: “This way he resembles his father.”
So people want wounds to hurt once, but as ti goes by, they never heal. The older they grow, the more they recall.
Zhongxuan Mingguang, out of habit, moves over, skillfully giving the old man a shoulder massage, while sighing heavily: “Sigh, no wonder father is so worried. Second and third brothers left early, fourth brother went overseas, unwilling to return to the capital. My Zhongxuan Zun is too excellent, quickly becoming a marquis, so soon to split off and be independent. This nephew of mine is too clueless, never considers the family at all… Such a large family, yet lacking successors. Alas!”
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