Rebirth: The flatterer prince I raised couldn't be so clingy

However, before she could speak, the boy raised his eyes and looked at her.

Looking at that face that still looked weak and sick, he showed a smile that was uglier than crying.

His eyes were red, as if he was about to cry blood, and he said with trembling lips: "Azhi... I can't do anything."

How could Aunt Liu not understand what he meant? She hurriedly shouted, "Your Highness, that is the tablet of Concubine Hui. You can't do that!"

But she could only stop him with words. As she spoke, the Taoist priest's blood-stained sword was already pointing at her back.

"Don't touch her, I'm burning."

Feng Zhanye said this and rushed back into the house without looking back. A moment later, he walked out holding a pitch-black tablet in his arms.

Seeing him like this, Zuo Chengyu's smile became even brighter, and he consciously moved to the side to make way for him.

The young man held his mother's tablet and walked closer to the incense burner. The firelight reflected his eyes red. As if he was going to die, he put the tablet into the fire with his own hands.

Looking at the tablet falling into the incense burner, the sparks instantly engulfed it, and the words on it quickly blurred and melted away.

It was as if everything about his mother in the past was denied by him in an instant and destroyed by his own hands.

The young man lowered his head and suddenly laughed softly, his tears falling into the fire, making crackling sounds.

Look, this is the end of being weak, being slaughtered and bullied by others, and in the end you will lose everything.

The young man wiped the tears from his face, slowly turned his head, and looked through Zuo Chengyu at Zuo Fuhong who was silent in the room.

"Is the Left Prime Minister satisfied?"

Zuo Fuhong watched a good show and stopped the chess game he was playing. His old and indifferent eyes finally looked at the young man in the yard.

He slowly put down the tea in his hand, and with a smile, he extended his hand to greet him: "Zanye, come and sit down."

The young man walked into the back hall and sat opposite the middle-aged man. He waited until Zuo Chengyu went out and closed the door before Zuo Fuhong spoke slowly.

"How does it feel to burn your mother's belongings with your own hands? Do you hate me?"

Those eyes were like a bottomless cold pond, staring at Feng Zhanye as if admiring the dying prey that they had tortured, as if asking something interesting.

Feng Zhanye’s smile froze on his face. He let out a barely noticeable breath of foul air before he managed to steady his expression.

"No blame." He shook his head.

Zuo Fuhong seemed pleased by his reaction of suppressing the anger in his heart, and nodded with satisfaction, "Well, the boy is teachable."

Then he picked up the teacup beside him, added tea to the boy in front of him, and pushed it in front of him.

"Since ancient times, the disputes between emperors were mostly bloody and violent. You should also know what it means for a prince to lose power. Now in this huge city of Kyoto, perhaps only this courtyard can accommodate you."

Feng Zhanye looked at the steam rising from the tea in front of him and understood the derogatory meaning in his words. Sadly, what he said was true.

"Logically speaking, you have lost the qualification to compete since the day you were judged to have an unlucky fate," Zuo Fuhong casually said, with a smile on his face, and he indifferently rolled up the beads in his hand, "But, everything depends on human effort."

Feng Zhanye didn't understand what he was doing now, so he just pursed his lips and waited for him to say the next word.

Zuo Fuhong picked up a black piece on the chessboard, held it in front of his eyes and said, "If you want to enter the game, you must clean up the pieces. Now that I have done this step, I believe it can also be used by me to make this game more interesting."

As he wiped it, the scenes of the burning tablet seemed to appear in Feng Zhanye's eyes, until the crisp sound of the chess piece falling was heard, and everything had an answer.

In a game of chess, the most crucial step is not to win, but to reverse the situation. The place where the piece falls can instantly turn the originally disadvantaged black chess piece into an advantage, which is what can be called "interesting".

Today's farce was nothing more than a small test to see if Feng Zhanye could really give up on himself, abandon his dignity, and completely become a pawn.

Under this series of threats and inducements, he finally had no choice but to embark on the path paved for him by Zuo Fuhong.

He had no choice, and he was not worthy of a choice now. Obedience was the only way out.

Feng Zhanye finally drank the boiling hot tea, half-knelt up, and bowed his head: "I will obey the orders of the Lord Zuo Xiang."

After getting the answer he wanted, Zuo Fuhong slowly stood up and walked to Feng Zhanye's side. He looked down at his prone figure and said, "Get well soon. I feel bad for you seeing you so weak. We will be a family in the future. I hope you won't forget the promise you made today."

After Zuo Xiang came out of the back hall, he just exchanged glances with Zuo Chengyu and left on his own.

"From today on, the government troops stationed at the other courtyard will be withdrawn, and daily supplies will be restored to normal. You are alive thanks to your master, so serve him well."

After Zuo Chengyu finished speaking, he stared at Gu Qingzhi deeply, then leisurely left the villa with the Taoist priest and the palace soldiers.

Seeing them walking away, Gu Qingzhi drew out the dagger from her waist, cut the ropes that bound their hands and feet, and untied the others.

The moment he was untied, Wu Fang rushed to the altar, kicked the incense burner away, and overturned the whole table. Aunt Liu stood by with a gloomy face, but did not say a word to stop him.

"What a bunch of sons of bitches! It's no exaggeration to drown them in the toilet! Even the bandits who burned, killed and looted are not as ruthless as them! I ******"

It was obvious that he was really irritated by the behavior of the Zuo Xiang and his son this time, and he didn't care that there were two maids beside him, and he just kept cursing at them.

Qiu Jiang and Qiu Hong supported each other and stood up tremblingly, without saying a word, just wiping their tears.

Only Gu Qingzhi did not stop for a moment and pushed open the door to the back hall.

The young man was still lying on the ground, his face could not be seen clearly, he was just trembling slightly, and he had already lost all his strength and could not stand up.

Gu Qingzhi pulled him up from the ground, only to be surprised to find that his usually clear eyes were stained with deep resentment. He clutched her hand tightly and laughed out loud.

"Hahaha... a family? The so-called family is killing each other and expecting me to be obedient? This is really the biggest joke in the world..."

Feng Zhanye felt like he was going crazy. He should have shed tears and cried loudly, but he inexplicably wanted to laugh. He laughed so hard that his stomach hurt, but he couldn't stop.

Gu Qingzhi just felt a tightness in her heart. Feng Zhanye hated Zuo Xiang and his son. This was the result she wanted and it was also in her best interest. But when she saw Feng Zhanye like this, she couldn't help but feel a little distressed.

She put her arms around his back, placed him on her shoulders, and stroked him to calm him down.

It’s strange, maybe because he was tired or something, but gradually, the shrill laughter became much quieter.

Gu Qingzhi picked up the boy in this position, walked around the screen and put him back on the couch, but the boy held on too tightly and had no intention of letting go, so she simply wrapped herself in the quilt with him.

"Okay, it's okay, it's okay..."

The gentle touch of a hand brushing against his spine and the soft soothing voice in his ears finally calmed the boy down.

The young man in her arms raised his eyes, looked at her with disgust and said, "One day, I will kill them with my own hands and bury them with my mother. Ah Zhi, I want them to die. You have a way to do it, right?"

The state of mind of the young man in front of her changed quietly. Gu Qingzhi felt his change deeply, but said nothing. She just reached out to brush away the broken hair on his forehead and nodded: "I will teach you - how to kill."