Since the burial mound, the entire Han family has been in a state of extreme restlessness and depression.

The young elites have suffered a lot but gained nothing.

Zhao Qi's expedition is imminent, and everyone in the Han family wants to wash away their anxiety with blood. They just hate that the days are passing too slowly.

In the courtyard on the edge of the Han Mansion.

Han Zhe paced back and forth outside the courtyard gate with a serious face.

It's unknown how long has passed.

The courtyard gate creaked open.

Zheng Yuan's eyes turned red, and she came out with a sad expression on her face.

Han Zhe immediately stepped forward and asked, "How is Juan'er? Is he awake?"

"He's awake!"

Zheng Yuan wiped her tears and said, "But his injuries are still severe. Don't bother him these days... Hey! What are you doing?"

She hurriedly stopped Han Zhe, who was about to enter the house.

Han Zhe's face turned dark, "I have something to ask him!"

Zheng Yuan angrily said, "Can't you wait until he recovers from his injuries? Do you think his injuries are not serious enough?"

Han Zhe glared at her angrily and said in a stern voice, "What does a woman like you understand?"

"You..."

Zheng Yuan was startled by his fierce gaze. Although she had been the main wife of the Han family for many years and had a harmonious relationship with Han Zhe, no matter how powerful Han Zhe was outside, he always smiled when he saw her at home.

He had never said anything harsh.

But today...

Something big must have happened!

She gritted her teeth and said, "You can ask him, but if you affect Juan'er's recovery, I won't let you off!"

"Okay!"

Han Zhe coldly agreed and went straight into the courtyard, locking the door behind him.

"You!"

Zheng Yuan felt that something was not right, but it was too late to stop him now. She could only press her ear against the door and listen to the movement inside.

There was no one in the courtyard.

Han Zhe pushed open the door of the room. As soon as the door opened, a strong medicinal smell wafted out.

On the cushion.

Han Juan sat cross-legged, leaning against it with a pale face, devoid of any color. He was still wearing the Daoist robe he had worn when he entered the burial mound, but now it was soaked with blood, with blood droplets seeping out from his pores. Some had dried and turned brown, while others were still bright red.

True energy circulated in his meridians.

But it was easy to feel the weakness and obstruction of this strand of true energy.

Hearing footsteps, Han Juan struggled to lift his head. There was no pain on his face, still that lazy look, but he was visibly weaker.

He pulled the corner of his mouth and said, "Father, you came faster than I imagined."

Han Zhe's face turned gloomy, "Why did you do this?"

In fact, from the beginning, he felt that something was wrong.

Because he couldn't understand why Han Juan, with his skills, would be so seriously injured. Especially when he asked the people from the Han family, they all said that Han Juan disappeared while avoiding the totem beast, and when he was found, he was seriously injured and unconscious in Zhao Qi's camp.

Before leaving the burial mound, the Zhao Qi Alliance returned the person.

The reason was that the Miss of the Mi family had a good relationship with Han Juan, so they spared his life.

Good relationship?

What a fucking good relationship!

Clearly, there was a chance to kill the enemy's genius, but it was missed for no reason. This matter itself was absurd.

Han Zhe was really afraid that Han Juan had done something outrageous.

But afterwards, there were too many other things to deal with, so he temporarily suppressed this thought.

But he didn't expect that Zhao Qi's words would wake him up.

After he came back, he immediately checked Han Juan's sword and found that the material of this sword was extremely special. It was neither copper nor iron, light as if it didn't exist, but exceptionally sharp.

Even though he was knowledgeable, he couldn't identify the material of this sword.

If there was something that could cut the Mu Ye Monument, it must be this sword.

Although it was already deep autumn, the temperature was not considered cold.

But even so, he was so angry that his hands and feet turned cold, and he trembled all over.

Han Juan slightly raised his head and smiled at his father. He spit out two words, "The situation!"

"The situation?"

Han Zhe sneered, "Do you know what the situation is?"

Han Juan weakly shook his head, "Compared to the ancient sages, I naturally don't understand. But in today's world, when it comes to the situation, I'm afraid no one can surpass me!"

Han Zhe was about to burst into laughter, "Oh? Are you saying that no one in this world understands the situation better than you?"

"Yes!"

Han Juan nodded sincerely.

He was so sincere.

Han Zhe was completely dumbfounded.

The father and son fell silent for a while.

Han Zhe finally said in a deep voice, "Father has never believed in the situation. Father only believes that man can conquer heaven! This burial mound is a rare opportunity for our Han family. If it weren't for you destroying the Mu Ye Monument, the Ji family alliance would probably have been destroyed by now. Why should our Han family be under someone else's control and bow down to the Zhao family?"

Han Juan stared at him for a long time, and when he was sure that he wasn't joking, his eyes showed a hint of mockery.

Han Zhe was annoyed by this look, especially since the owner of this look was his own son, which made him even more furious.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Nothing."

Han Juan took a slight breath. It wasn't easy for him to say so much with his current physical condition.

He lowered his head and sighed softly, "Father, you think that man can conquer heaven, but in fact, your every word and action cannot escape the shackles of the old rules. Even all the actions you have taken to turn the tide are still dependent on the old rules. In this case, how can you talk about conquering heaven?"

"Hmph!"Han Zhe snorted angrily, "Family and clan have always existed, and the interests of the clan come first. It is a matter of course. Do we have to sacrifice the interests of the clan for an illusory trend? Is it because I, as the father, am confused, or is it because you, as the son, have gone mad?"

"Ah..."

Han Juan weakly shook his head.

This feeling of talking to a brick wall made him feel powerless, as if his punches were hitting thin air.

In this moment, all he could feel was loneliness.

Silence fell for a moment.

He sighed, "Father! I will give you one last piece of advice: those who follow the trend become saints and kings, while those who go against the trend become thieves and bandits. Confucius was considered a saint because he was in line with the trend of his time. If the time and space were to change, he might not be considered a thief or bandit.

The Muye Stele this time indeed caused the Han family to miss the opportunity to enhance their bloodline.

But from the perspective of the trend, it may not be a bad opportunity for the Han family to reflect on their future.

I hope Father will think deeply about it!"

"Heh..."

Han Zhe sneered, "So, what is this trend you speak of?"

Han Juan's voice weakened, "The Nine Provinces Copying Scroll was drawn by the first generation Merchant King Rong, and everyone in this world knows about the trend!"

"Oh?"

Han Zhe's expression turned even colder, "Are you suggesting that I, as your father, should lead the entire Han family to submit to the Zhao royal family?"

Han Juan wanted to say something else.

But with his injuries and having spoken for so long, he was already physically exhausted.

He could only lower his head and softly say, "Hmm."

Seeing his son's stubbornness, Han Zhe was so angry that he left on the spot.

In his position, he should be planning for his affairs!

Only someone with a broken mind would study the so-called trend.

Han Juan was truly the most foolish scion he had ever seen.

What's even more infuriating is that this fool is his own son.

If it were someone else's child, he would have killed them on the spot!

But not only could he not kill him, he had to protect him.

Isn't that frustrating?

When Zhao Mi's alliance returned the person to the Han family, the other members of the Ji clan alliance were also present. The follow-up handling of this matter could be very troublesome!

"Squeak!"

The courtyard door opened.

Zheng Yuan hurriedly went up to greet, "What did you ask? Is Juan'er alright?"

"Don't worry!"

Han Zhe waved his hand impatiently, "Your precious son won't die!"

Zheng Yuan became a little unhappy, "What do you mean by 'your precious son'? Isn't he your son too?"

At this moment, a middle-aged man who looked six points similar to Han Zhe walked over, "Big brother!"

This middle-aged man was none other than Han Zhe's second younger brother, Han You.

Han Zhe put on a smile, "What's the matter, second brother?"

Han You smiled and said, "The elders of the clan are asking you to go to the ancestral hall for a meeting!"

"A meeting?"

Han Zhe furrowed his brows.

There were many meetings within the Han family, but very few were important enough to be held in the ancestral hall, and most of them were initiated by him as the head of the family.

But this time, it wasn't him as the head of the family who initiated the meeting.

He didn't even know the content of the meeting.

This was a bit troublesome.

He looked at the smile on Han You's face, feeling a little uneasy, but still calmly asked, "What is the meeting about?"

Han You smiled, "It's nothing major. The first matter is the marriage between Princess Yuanyang and Prince Qian. Our Han family needs to prepare gifts."

Prepare gifts?

Is it worth making such a big fuss over just preparing gifts?

Han Zhe narrowed his eyes, "What about the second matter?"

"The second matter? Well..."

"Speak quickly!"

"This second matter!"

Han You smiled mysteriously and hinted, "Naturally, it has something to do with my good nephew, Juan'er!"

Han Zhe: "..."

His true energy involuntarily surged.

His gaze became somewhat dangerous.

...

Shang Mo Bookstore.

"You guys say, Brother Wuji is about to move to the Prince's Mansion. Shouldn't we move our things too?"

Wu Dan sat on the stone table, shouting at a few Mohists.

They were all Mohist Guild members sent to protect Ying Wuji. However, since Ying Wuji entered the palace, he was taken over by the palace, and they could only chat here.

Zhai Yun glanced at Wu Dan.

He felt that this little brother had been acting strange since he went to the Li family's villa and met that despicable woman.

It felt like he was pretending not to be tired even though he was clearly exhausted.

He was behaving very excitedly.

Since he came back, his mouth had been chattering non-stop, very noisy.

He shook his head, "I say, Dan! If you have too much idle time, just recite 'Mozi' a few times. There's no need to rack your brains thinking about nonsense and tormenting your brothers."

Wu Dan was a little unhappy, "Who's talking nonsense? Brother Wuji's belongings are all here. Shouldn't we move them?"

Although Zhai Yun was his superior and had a higher cultivation level, they didn't have so many rules in their daily interactions.

Zhai Yun grabbed his neck and walked to the side, lowering his voice, "Are you stupid? Brother Wuji is now the Prince Consort. How much dowry did Kingdom Qian give, and how much betrothal gift did Kingdom Li give? Don't you have any idea? Are these few trivial things worth it?"

Wu Dan thought about it and realized that it made sense, but he still stubbornly said, "But aren't people nostalgic?"

"If you're nostalgic, you shouldn't move!"

Zhai Yun sighed, looking somewhat frustrated.

Wu Dan was puzzled, "Why?"

Zhai Yun pointed to the window opposite, "In the past, when we were chatting in the courtyard, Hua Chao would still talk to us. Do you see her coming out today?""If Ying's stuff is still here, there's a reason for him to come back. Even if he doesn't, it could leave a memory for Miss Hua Chao.

If we move his stuff, wouldn't that be the same as taking Miss Hua Chao's life?"

Wu Dan: "......"

He looked in the direction indicated.

He noticed that Hua Chao's window was now closed.

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It had been open just a moment ago.

Although Miss Hua Chao is the daughter of the Prime Minister, she has struggled at the bottom for many years and does not act arrogantly like a lady from a noble family.

Usually, when she is at home and has nothing important to do, she would keep her window open to chat with everyone.

But today...

Wu Dan scratched his head, feeling a bit uncomfortable: "Did I say something wrong?"

"You didn't say anything wrong!"

Zhai Yun cursed: "The mistake is your mother, for giving you a mouth."

Wu Dan: "......"

If it were before.

He would have argued with Zhai Yun.

But not today.

Everyone has been together for so long, the things between Ying Wuji and Hua Chao are clear to anyone with eyes.

Everyone even wants to see them together.

But for some reason.

The two of them never broke through this barrier.

"You're getting married, and I'm not the bride."

This kind of pain, anyone can feel.

Knowing he was in the wrong, Wu Dan could only lower his head and spread his hands: "From now on, I'll keep my mouth shut!"

When these two leaders stopped talking, the other Mohists also wisely shut their mouths and went to the staff dormitory in silence.

About an hour later.

The courtyard door creaked open.

Ying Wuji looked around, somewhat puzzled: "What the hell! There's no one here today?"

Although he didn't plan to move out completely, there were some important documents that needed to be moved, and he needed manpower.

Zhao Ning had just offered to send people.

But he wanted to show off his popularity, saying he had a hundred thousand Mohist brothers behind him, but when he got home, there was no one.

"Forget it, let's not worry about that for now!"

He shook his head.

He walked to Hua Chao's room.

Looking at the closed doors and windows, he was even more puzzled.

The aftermath of the Hundred Families Festival should be over, and after the high-intensity work of the theater troupe, she should be in a state of rest. Hua Chao shouldn't be out!

Let's see.

He pushed the window open directly.

Then.

A woman of unparalleled beauty in a phoenix crown and wedding dress came into view.

Her skin was whiter than snow, her lips were captivating, and her every frown and smile contained both the shyness of a young girl and the gentleness of a good wife and mother.

At this moment, she was looking at the bronze mirror, her eyes full of anticipation and loneliness.

"Ah!"

Hua Chao let out a cry of surprise, instinctively stood up and retreated several steps.

Seeing that it was Ying Wuji, her face instantly turned pale.

She hurriedly removed the bridal headdress unique to the bride and explained in a fluster: "I-I-I, I wrote a new play, there's a wedding scene in it, and I haven't set the makeup yet, so I was looking for inspiration in the bridal makeup. It doesn't mean anything else, really......"

The more she explained, the softer her voice became.

By the end of her explanation, her eyes were red.

She turned her face away and subtly wiped the corner of her eye.

Ying Wuji: "......"