Quick Wear: The Demon Lord blew up the tomb at the beginning

After a long time.

Wei Qingming looked suddenly enlightened, as if he had grasped the answer, but it seemed like something was still missing.

"Mother, is it true that just because a strong man is a woman, he can turn etiquette upside down and make women the superior?"

Before Xie Lang could answer, Wei Qingming continued, "My mother competed with the world's heroes in the troubled times and helped Emperor Taizu to establish the entire Wei Dynasty. She did a first-class job, and even men can hardly match her achievements.

To the people of the world, mothers are strong. Therefore, when mothers participate in politics, the ministers dare not speak nonsense. Mothers do not have to abide by the three obediences and four virtues, but fathers dare not betray their mothers. This is due to their own strength. "

After saying this, Wei Qingming fell into deep thought again.

No, no...

Something is missing.

Wei Qingming stood up from his seat, walked to the railing of the attic, and looked at the scenery outside.

Xie Lang looked up and didn't say anything to disturb him, and continued drinking tea.

The autumn wind ruffled the lotus pond in the distance. Wei Qingming looked at the ripples in the pond. Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind. He turned around and looked at Xie Lang: "Mother, the strong are respected..."

The second half of the sentence was stuck. Wei Qingming's expression was a little complicated and hesitant. The latter part of the sentence went against Xie Lang's thoughts.

Xie Lang saw her entanglement and smiled at her gently: "Say what you think and what you feel in your heart, don't be shy."

"The strong are respected. No, it can't be like this, and it shouldn't be like this."

Wei Qingming was stunned, as if he realized something.

She understood, so she didn't want to believe it, and she didn't want to believe it.

So he looked at Xie Lang and found that her expression had not changed much, so he continued: "If the strong are respected, then it is natural that men are superior to women, and bullying the weak is absolutely just..."

"…Because, who told him to be weak?"

When Wei Qingming said this, his expression changed slightly, and his eyes were filled with a hint of irony... and sadness.

The irony is a mockery of the superiority of men over women and the respect for the strong; while the sadness is the unchangeable fate of women.

If it is correct that the strong are respected, then weak women should obey the Three Bonds and Five Constant Virtues set by powerful men.

Even if you are bullied, you should not resist, because the strong are respected!

But is this really the truth?

"My mother's strength is the strength of an individual, not the strength of all women." Wei Qingming looked a little painful, a pain of being bound by invisible rules: "My mother was able to establish herself in the court without being bound by etiquette and laws because her strength transcended etiquette and laws."

"But how many women in the world are as strong as my mother? Should those weaker women be slaughtered at will?"

After realizing this, Wei Qingming felt painful, a kind of pain that came from knowing injustice but being powerless to change it.

It was as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on her, making her... unable to breathe.

She is now awake and in pain.

Seeing this, Xie Lang put down his teacup and reminded her calmly: "You are my daughter, so you are already a strong person. Etiquette and laws... cannot suppress you."

“No——” Wei Qingming subconsciously refuted this sentence: “The reason why the etiquette and law cannot suppress me is not because I am powerful, but because of my mother’s power, and I happen to be my mother’s daughter, the princess of the Great Wei.”

"If I were not my mother's daughter, if I did not have the status of a princess, I would be a complete weakling, and if I were bullied to death by my husband's family, who would seek justice for me?"

When Xie Lang heard this, his eyes narrowed and he looked at Wei Qingming meaningfully.

This principle...

At this time, Wei Qingming paced back and forth in the attic, sometimes calm, sometimes in pain, sometimes crazy...

It seems that he has realized something, but also seems that something has been hidden.

In short, it's abnormal.

"I understand."

Wei Qingming seemed to understand something, and suddenly he realized something. The mountain in his heart shattered to the ground, and he regained his spirits: "Mother, I understand."

"It's true that the strong are respected, but the strong may not always be strong. The strong can become weak, and the weak can become strong." Wei Qingming suddenly understood and spoke with great force: "My mother is a woman. Before she became successful, she was also weak. But my mother refused to be weak and kept strengthening herself, so she became strong."

"My mother became a strong person because of other factors besides her own conditions." Wei Qingming calmed down at this time and made a rational analysis: "In the chaotic times, the constraints of etiquette and law were not so great; there were thousands of books in my family, so I was able to read widely; the support of my grandfather..."

"Other women don't have these conditions. Even if they want to become strong, no one will give them the opportunity."

"And men are born with this opportunity."

Wei Qingming's eyes became serious. Men can be officials, rule the country, be granted fiefdoms and ride horses; but women can only abide by the three obediences and four virtues and live their whole lives as fathers, husbands and sons.

How unfair this is.

This kind of injustice cannot be covered up by just saying that the strong are respected.

Women also want to become strong, but they are confined at home. Who will give them the opportunity to become strong?

Who deprived them of the opportunity to become strong?

Wei Qingming's eyes became more determined, and she understood.

She knew what she had to do.

From ancient times to the present, few people have given women the opportunity to become strong.

Well, she'll give it this chance.

"I want to become a strong person." Wei Qingming's eyes were bright. There was a road ahead that she needed to open up. She understood that this was her path.

She wants to practice her teachings.

"Only if I become strong first can I give other women the opportunity to become stronger, so that they can also become strong."

"Become a strong woman and then help other weak women. In this way, women can also stand tall and proud."

“This is the path I want to take.”

Wei Qingming's eyes were full of sincerity, and suddenly drifted away into the distance, as if he saw the distant future, a future where women would be able to enter the house.

"I am lucky to have a mother who allowed me to escape the cage of the 'Three Bonds and Five Constant Virtues'. But other women don't have that, and they may still be struggling to survive in this 'cage'."

"Since they don't have one, I will be their support. Mother, you saved me, now it's my turn to save the other women."

There was a loud bang of thunder out of nowhere.

A flash of lightning flashed in the sky, illuminating most of the sky.

next moment.

The rain poured down in torrents.

Wei Qingming walked to the railing. A gust of wind blew with rain. His clothes fluttered in the wind, rustling, and gradually became wet.

Wei Qingming was not afraid at all and let the rain and wind blow.

Xie Lang walked up to her side, stood with his hands behind his back, his expression hadn't changed from beginning to end, and asked calmly, "Why?"

"No reason." Wei Qingming smiled slightly when he heard this: "Maybe I was caught in the rain and wanted to leave an umbrella for others."

Through the hazy rain curtain, Xie Lang's thoughts drifted far away. After a long time, he said: "You are a good person."

Yes, she is a good person.

Her original intention of becoming a strong person was to protect the weak... like herself in the past.

I have been caught in the rain, but I want to hold an umbrella for others.

If it were someone else, they would have torn the umbrella into pieces.