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Chapter 629 - 629 Unfilial

629 Unfilial

Su Chong and Su Hua were working together now, but could they always work together like this?

They had only entered the court for a short time. What did they know about bureaucracy? What did they know about accompanying a ruler?

He was waiting to see what would happen to them. The brothers would break up, and the emperor and minister would break up!

“Then open your eyes and watch. Watch how we laugh.”

Madam Zhao clenched her fists. She had always been a soft person and did not say anything harsh. She was really angry with Yan Zhiyuan. She had never thought of comparing herself with Yan Zhiyuan. She did not even want the identity of Yan Mian. She just wanted to be Madam Zhao.

She could not understand Yan Zhiyuan, and neither could Yan Zhiyuan understand her. Since he wanted to say this, she would do as he wished.

She did not know what would happen in the future, but for now, Yan Zhiyuan must be angry. She could think about what to do in the future, just let him be angry for now.

“Sanlang, let’s go.”

Madam Zhao pulled Su Sanlang and did not want to talk to Yan Zhiyuan anymore.

Su Sanlang and Madam Zhao left. Yan Zhiyuan’s anger had yet to subside. His expression was ferocious, and his nostrils flared like a bull.

His wife did not even dare to approach him, afraid that she would be implicated.

Yan Zhiyuan stormed into the room and said angrily, “Look at you, look at you, this is the daughter you are trying so hard to make up for. Look at how she treats you. You are already like this, and none of the nephews you wanted to curry favor with are here!”

“Do you know how she provoked me just now? I’m an official in the court after all. If you die, I’ll be the head of the Yan family. How did she treat me? She threw a tantrum at me and even used her status to suppress me. Who does she think she is?! Even my biological sister doesn’t dare to use her status to suppress me. What right does she have? What right does she have—”

Yan Zhiyuan roared angrily and vented his anger on Yan Qingyun. He lost control of his emotions and even grabbed Yan Qingyun’s clothes and shook him.

Yan Qingyun widened his eyes in anger. Yan Zhiyuan smiled as he watched. He let go of his hand and patted it gently. “Father…”

Yan Zhiyuan called out meaningfully. He stood up and tidied up his clothes. He looked down at Yan Qingyun and said arrogantly, “Father, do you know how I felt when you scolded me? You’re not having a good time now, right? You can’t scold me even if you want to, and you can’t teach me a lesson even if you want to. Anger, anger is right. What you’re feeling now is what I feel every time you scold me.”

“I’m your only son, but you still lecture me like that. Have you ever considered my feelings? I was afraid that I wouldn’t be able to vent my anger for the rest of my life. I didn’t expect this day to come. Tell me, what’s so good about you? If you weren’t my father, do you think I would listen to you so obediently? If you weren’t a second-rank minister, who do you think would be willing to support you?”

“I know. You’re definitely going to say that I’m unfilial again, right? If I’m unfilial, so be it. Even if I’m unfilial, aren’t I still your child? A crooked stick will have a crooked shadow. The despicable methods you used aren’t any better than mine.”

“Are you unconvinced? Are you unhappy? Hold it in! You old fart, the heavens have finally opened their eyes and let me vent my anger. Pfft, don’t think I don’t know how much you secretly gave to Madam Zhao. What’s the use of sucking up to her? She doesn’t even care about you.”

“There’s also the Qi family. None of them are good. That old fart has a long life, but what’s the use? On the battlefield, swords have no eyes. Sooner or later, they will all die. It’s better to leave him alone.”

“In that case, Father, you’ve lived a good life. After all, you’ve been in charge of the family for decades. Now, you have children and grandchildren, right? I’ve only disobeyed you once in my life. In the past, when did I dare to disobey you? It was always you who called the shots.”

Yan Zhiyuan let out the words that he had been holding in for many years. He finally vented his anger and raised his chin, looking very happy.

He wasn’t sad at all that Yan Qingyun was going to pass away.

It was even better that Yan Qingyun couldn’t speak or move. He could only endure whatever he did. He was extremely satisfied to have such a day in his life.

Looking at Yan Qingyun’s reddened eyes, Yan Zhiyuan smiled. That’s right, that’s right. He used to feel this way every time.

Yan Qingyun looked at Yan Zhiyuan. His heart was in pain, and blood was seeping out of his mouth.

Yan Zhiyuan saw it and wiped it off in disdain. “Father, don’t hold on. Go in peace. Your era is over, and the era that belongs to me, Yan Zhiyuan, is coming. It is time for me to move forward.”

In the past, it was Yan Qingyun who suppressed him and forbade him from operating in private. Once Yan Qingyun left, it wouldn’t be difficult for him to move forward while he still had some influence.

Yan Qingyun had always been suppressing him. Now that he knew that he couldn’t suppress him after he died, he would naturally be angry.

Yan Zhiyuan was already a little crazy. The angrier Yan Qingyun was, the happier he felt. He looked at Yan Qingyun’s expression with admiration and said with a smile, “Father, I know you want to beat me up now, but you can’t do it. Even if I put the stick in your hand, you won’t be able to lift it, right?”

Yan Qingyun’s breathing was very weak, and he was about to die at any moment. However, he held on for dear life.

Yan Zhiyuan was so angry, but he did not stop breathing.

Yan Zhiyuan did not mind. The doctor had already seen him and his father was already on the verge of death. He could only hang on for a few days without eating or drinking. No matter how unwilling he was, he would eventually die.

If the Su family did not do anything, he would not have any scruples. If the Su family wanted to do something, he would still pretend. Madam Zhao had also come and fought with him, so he had nothing to endure.

Therefore, it was good that Yan Qingyun didn’t want to die yet. He could vent his anger for a few more days.

Yan Qingyun closed his eyes with difficulty and refused to look at Yan Zhiyuan again.

It did not matter to Yan Zhiyuan. He had already done what he wanted to do. If Yan Qingyun died all of a sudden, he might still feel that it was not enough. It was good to live for two more days.

“Father, just sleep well. You can’t eat or drink, but I can.”

Yan Zhiyuan sneered, clapped his hands and turned to leave.

Yan Qingyun let out a breath of foul, bloody air. Retribution, retribution.

He looked at the curtains and did not understand why he could not die at this time. Was God deliberately torturing him? To let him watch his unfilial descendant do something wrong and give him time to think about the ending that belonged to the Yan family more thoroughly? His heart ached terribly, but he could not do anything.

Whether it was retribution or punishment, this was what he should suffer. He could not help but think that if he knew back then that Qi Xinyu’s body was still young and tender, he would not be so anxious to get her pregnant and give birth so quickly. Would she not have died from difficult labor? Could they have more children together, and could they be more kind-hearted and upright, like her and not his child?