NCCnovel Chapter 106 Memorial
Chapter 106 Memorial
In the past three years, Xie Zhongyuan has visited Xie Bohuai only a handful of times. Looking across the entire country, only Xie Bohuai lives and works as an official with the reputation of being disobedient and unfilial.
"What's it to you?" Xie Bohuai said coldly, not giving Xie Zhongyuan the slightest bit of face.
They have already separated, and Xie Bohuai even declared that he will have no further connection with the Xie family, and no matter what happens to the Xie family, they should not come looking for him.
"What do you mean 'what does it have to do with me'?" Xie Zhongyuan used to want to control Xie Bohuai and make him work for the Xie family. Later, he found that Xie Bohuai was too capable and beyond his control, so he wanted to use someone else to weaken Xie Bohuai.
As a result, three years ago Xie Bohuai acted like a madman, caring about nothing and offending people everywhere as if he were not afraid of death.
Even if they sever ties, Xie Bohuai is still Xie Zhongyuan's son. If Xie Bohuai really plots to seize power, Xie Zhongyuan will be the father of a treacherous minister for the rest of his life, and will be condemned by history.
He had been busy all his life, but he never expected that he would be dragged down by Xie Bohuai when he finally got to the end.
"Xie Zhongyuan, if you're so afraid of being scolded, why didn't you strangle me back then?" Xie Bohuai sneered. "Madam Xie is so powerful, why did you have to spare my life when it came to me? Since you didn't kill me, that's your retribution. You're so afraid that I'll usurp power, I won't tell you. You can guess. I'll make you lose sleep every night and regret giving birth to my son."
Xie Zhongyuan had long regretted it. "You unfilial son, you are truly an unfilial son! You don't think about the Xie family at all. Aren't you afraid of being insulted by future generations? Even if you succeed in ascending the throne, do you think you can hold onto it?"
An illegitimate throne is destined to plunge the country into chaos. Currently, there are very few people in the court who support Xie Bohuai. It is only because the emperor is still alive that everyone is reluctant to tolerate Xie Bohuai, not wanting to bear the blame for angering the emperor to death.
"Whoever has the ability can take this throne." Xie Bohuai said indifferently, "Don't worry, on the day I die, I will definitely drag the entire Xie family down with me. No one will be able to escape this calamity."
"You!" Xie Zhongyuan was truly furious. He couldn't win a fight, and he was even less likely to win in a power struggle. "Just you wait, no one can do anything to you. There's still the Ye family, isn't there? You care so much about Ye Wanning, secretly going to pay your respects every month. Don't think that..."
Before Xie Zhongyuan could finish speaking, Xie Bohuai had already drawn his sword and leaped into the air, looking Xie Zhongyuan in the eye, "Looks like you want to die sooner."
Xie Zhongyuan was so frightened that his legs trembled. Being the father of Xie Bohuai was really frustrating, but he couldn't control Xie Bohuai, and he was full of anger every day.
"You no longer need to serve as Minister. Go home and rest." Xie Bohuai had someone see the guest out.
"Xie Bohuai, you can't keep all the power forever!" Xie Zhongyuan cursed as he heard Xie Bohuai casually dismiss him from his post. "Who do you think you are? I'm a high-ranking official of the emperor. What right do you have to tell me to go home and rest?"
Xie Bohuai was truly something else. The imperial edict demoting Xie Zhongyuan was delivered to the Xie family the very next day. The Xie family had lived under Xie Bohuai's oppression for years, and life hadn't been easy. They were either being viewed with suspicion or disliked because of Xie Bohuai; they wouldn't get anywhere.
Xie Zhongyuan fell ill with anger upon receiving the imperial decree, but he insisted on seeing Xie Bohuai dragged down from a high place, otherwise he would die with regrets.
Xie Bohuai didn't care at all what people outside said about him or what his reputation was.
None of it matters.
On the anniversary of Ye Wanning's death, he went to the Ye family's ancestral grave overnight. The Ye family members had not arrived yet, otherwise, if they had met, there would have been another argument.
"My lord, it's almost dawn," Qingshan whispered a reminder.
The sky was just beginning to brighten, and it was another beautiful day, but a few withered leaves had fallen on Xie Bohuai's shoulder, and his figure looked forlorn.