Late night, study.

A young man in rich clothes stood calmly in front of the desk, swiping the ink pen in his hand freely.

After writing the last word, he put the pen aside without looking at the mountains of jade slips beside him, and quietly waited for the ink to solidify.

"The Grand Duke's writing became more and more energetic, but the last stroke seemed a little hasty. The Grand Duke...is there anything on your mind?" the maid in blue standing quietly aside asked softly.

If you look carefully, you will see that she is not young anymore. Although there are no wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, they are just after practicing and taking good care of herself.

"What's on my mind? I'm just wondering, if I could do some things over again, would I make the same choice?"

The former Fu Jirui, now Shan Yagong, no longer has that friendly smile on his face, replaced by a cold and calm mask.

His round face also lost weight, probably because the cost of growing up was too harsh, and at a young age he had already developed a city that was no weaker than any prince.

He always shows a calm and reliable appearance to everyone. Only in this way can he withstand the hidden arrows and bright guns coming from all directions.

Only in this way can he, the newly named Shanya Gong, regain the same power and status as his father, Ruiya Gong, or even be better.

"The Grand Duke...are you referring to?" the maid in blue asked tentatively.

"A person always has to go through countless forks in the road in his life. Only when you reach the end and look back at the choices along the way can you know whether it was worth it. But even if it's not worth it, what does it matter?"

The ink marks on the rice paper had dried. Fu Jirui folded it up casually and threw it into the corner of the study. He obviously put all his heart and soul into it when writing, but now he abandoned it like a piece of trash.

"Just like this calligraphy, the last stroke is enough to determine its fate, but dead things don't lament their fate, but people are different. What do you think, Lan Zhi?"

Fu Jirui turned around and stared at the maid in blue.

Lan Zhi's face looked a little unnatural, and then was covered by doubts: "What is the Grand Duke talking about? Lan Zhi doesn't understand."

"In your eyes, do you always think that I am a very weak person?" Fu Jirui said.

"Lan Zhi doesn't dare."

"I don't dare. That means I really think so in my heart, but it's just not convenient for me to say it out loud."

Fu Jirui said calmly: "It's understandable. You are the 'old man' who lives with my father. When I was young, you were also my closest elder. When it comes to my feelings for my father, maybe my mother is not as good as you."

Lan Zhi's fingertips trembled, and her expression became more complicated.

Before she could open her mouth to argue, Fu Jirui continued: "So after my father passed away, you appeared to be the same as usual, but in fact you were thinking about revenge all the time, just waiting for the right time to take Nan Yanhe's life."

"Later, when the seventeenth generation of the Southern King returned, I chose to leave the Fire Refining Sect and cooperated with him to complete the purge of the Southern Territory. Duke Haiming, Duke Tianshang, Duke Shangyung and others all died, and the target of revenge suddenly became

It’s shrunk quite a bit.”

"But revenge ends here. You see that I still maintain a cooperative relationship with the royal family and am here in front of Lord Shanya with peace of mind. This makes you feel extremely disappointed."

"So, you decided to complete your revenge plan on your own. Many people in my Fu family also harbored dissatisfaction, and they were easily persuaded by you. Even two of the three elders of the True Dao Realm joined this plan."

Fu Jirui's tone was very calm, but to Lan Zhi's ears, it was like a bolt from the blue.

She could no longer maintain her composure, her face became increasingly pale, and she even lacked the courage to interrupt Fu Jirui's words.

"Originally, your plan only targeted the royal family, but then you discovered that things were not that simple. The mastermind was not only the royal family, but also... Western Union."

"As for how you know, I'm afraid... it has something to do with Lone Star."

"At that time, the Western Alliance was already the top power in the Northern Territory. The leader of the Western Alliance, Yun Cheng... I should say Yu Ling, could be said to be the actual controller of the Northern Territory. Such power makes you feel helpless and hopeless.

You can only wait until both the Phantom Clan and them are harmed."

"But the final situation was beyond your expectation. Everything was just a trap set up by the two major spiritual tribes, and Yu Ling is a member of the Yuanling tribe. You know very well that it is almost impossible to seek revenge from Xilian.

Possible things."

"The only choice is to let Lone Star lead the way and join the Dao Ling Clan."

Fu Jirui didn't say any more, because everything was already clear.

After a long silence, Lan Zhi raised his head slightly and said expressionlessly: "Yes, I am the secret son of the Dao Ling Clan buried beside you. When necessary, they asked me to kill you so as not to hinder their plan.

"

"I know they are using me. Maybe after that, I will be beyond redemption."

Her voice suddenly became high-pitched and excited: "But so what! That's your father, Fu Jirui! Don't you want to avenge him at all?!"

"Why are you so cowardly! You were not like this when you were a child! Look what you did after you came back with Nan Yingtan? I originally thought you were just pretending to agree to him, but in fact, you actually

After he left, you still sent people to protect that royal waste, are you crazy?!"

"Tell me, why did you do this! Do you still remember that witch named Mei? If your father knew, do you know how disappointed he would be!"

Lan Zhi grabbed Fu Jirui's neck and pushed him against the wall. At this moment, she no longer concealed her cultivation in the true Tao realm, and Fu Jirui was completely unable to resist.

The powerful energy impacted his insides, and a wisp of blood overflowed from the corner of his lips. Seeing that if this continued, his vitality would soon be destroyed by Lan Zhi's Dao Yun.

Even so, Fu Jirui made a vague gesture with difficulty, not knowing who he was reminding.

Three seconds later, Lan Zhi, who was extremely sad and angry, suddenly sobered up a little. She slowly let go of her hand, took two steps back, and watched Fu Jirui slide to the ground against the wall, coughing up blood.

A trace of guilt flashed in her eyes, which was quickly replaced by coldness, and she said solemnly: "Why don't you speak? Are you the spirit in heaven who has no face to face your father?"

Fu Jirui's right hand rested on the ground and he gasped: "No, you were wrong from the beginning..."

"What? You said... I was wrong?!" Lan Zhi said in a sharp voice as if she had heard some incredible joke.

"You don't understand father's... thoughts at all."

Fu Jirui lowered his eyelids and said in a hoarse voice: "Do you know what dad told me on the last day?"

"What?" Lan replied subconsciously.

"He said that his last and only wish was that we... live well."

"As for revenge, it never appeared in his words."

"Impossible! I don't believe it!" Lan Zhi's anger surged up again, and she asked in a stern voice: "The Grand Duke has been so talented and brilliant in his life, how can he let us live in an ignoble existence? He will definitely arrange a comeback plan!"

"Huh..." Fu Jirui just sighed tiredly, "I didn't understand it before, until I sat in this position and became the master of the Fu family..."

"All my choices and considerations must be based on the inheritance and continuation of the family. If revenge is to push the Fu family into the abyss, then even if I have all kinds of unwillingness, I can only wipe it out."

Lan Zhi couldn't help but sneered: "In the final analysis, you are just afraid! How can revenge be an abyss? It is a brighter future and future! Don't you still see through that the Daoling clan is qualified to become the final winner? Fu.

As a meritorious minister, our clan will be able to continue in the southern region for thousands of years!"

"Really?" Fu Jirui said calmly: "Then as a knife in the hands of the Daoling clan, after all the remaining value has been used, what is the need for me, the Fu family, to exist?"

"You may not know that the Daoling clan mainly supports three lower-ranked grand dukes and ten princes. In their blueprint for the southern border, there is no place for the Fu family."

"How did you know that?" Lan Zhi made it clear that he didn't believe it.

Fu Jirui didn't explain much, instead closing his eyes: "I just made the choice that I thought was the right one. If you insist on thinking that you are right, then kill me."

Lan Zhixiang was immobilized and stood motionless.

Her eyes were dark and uncertain, and no one knew what kind of struggle she was going through.

Until a voice broke the silence: "Have you not solved it yet?"

"You..." Lan Zhi turned her head stiffly and looked at the Dao Ling clan soul-seeking guards who suddenly appeared.

"The Tianfu Army has been brought under control, and the resistance in other places will soon be over. Only Master Shanya needs to be dealt with." The Soul-Seeking Guard said calmly: "If you care about the old relationship and can't even do this, then

We are so disappointed.”

"Keep him for now, maybe..."

"No need. As long as he dies, not many people will be loyal to him."

Lan Zhi knelt down silently and raised his hand with difficulty: "Grand Duke, don't worry, I won't let you die in pain."

Her fingers gradually came closer to Fu Jirui's eyebrows, and her energy was not released.

She could obviously take his life within a second, but for some reason, her arms felt as heavy as lead, and every inch of progress required a huge amount of effort.

The soul-seeking guard snorted coldly, as if he was dissatisfied with her slow movements.

He was about to speak, but suddenly something unexpected happened.

A strong death crisis rushed towards me. I heard Delan groan, and then he hit the wall next to him with a bang. He didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

And a fist quickly enlarged in front of the soul-seeking guard.

He was caught off guard, and even though he tried his best to dodge, he was still hit by the wind of the fist. Blood gushed out from all his orifices for a moment, and he felt a buzzing in his head. He staggered and almost fell to the ground.

"Nan, Nan Yingtan..."

When he recognized the person's identity, he received a solid punch in the chest, which was a fatal blow.

But his body was strangely broken into countless pieces, and then re-consolidated on the other side of the study.

"Why are you here? Could it be Yu Ling..."

The soul-seeking guard was frightened and angry, and without thinking, he used the space method to escape from this place.

"Want to leave? Today, none of the Dao Ling clan members on this star can leave."
Chapter completed!