Chapter Nine, Chang'an is not Chang'an (Three)

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"Clearing one's name... is it useful?" Wang Yu smiled bitterly, raising his head to look at his father: "You surely haven't forgotten how second brother died, have you?"

The man appeared to be just over twenty years old, with a look of respect on his face. Although Mu Er's message had only been delivered not long ago, he hurriedly arrived in the middle of the night, and surprisingly, he had already changed out of his nightclothes and put on his everyday attire. However, it seems he was still slightly pressed for time, as he had not donned a cap.

Wang Mang let out a bitter sigh and shook his head slightly

However, there is at least one thing that I am somewhat satisfied with. Wang Mang pointed at Lü Kuan and said to Wang Yu: At least you did not simply deny and distance yourself from him

Lü Kuan raised his head, looking at Wang Yu in panic, unsure why he brought up that matter. He desperately gestured, hoping Wang Yu would stop talking.

Sit

So, is this the method you have come up with? Wang Mang let out a cold laugh: "Do you think that supernatural phenomena can intimidate me? Do you think that if I had not captured Lü Kuan just now, I would be unaware of what had happened, filled with panic, and would believe your words under your mere few sentences?"

The door was pushed open cautiously, and at the entrance stood a young man and woman.

Wang Yu raised his head, glanced at Wang Mu beside him, and then quickly lowered his head again

"After turning twenty-eight... one can no longer even be considered a youth..." Wang Mang uttered this strange and seemingly unfounded remark, then gave a bitter smile, shaking his head vigorously as if trying to shake off the thought that had just crossed his mind

Although he is not a member of the royal family, the death of Wang Huo, the younger brother of Wang Yu and the second son of Wang Mang, is quite clear.

Indeed ... ...

When the daughter-in-law, Lu Yan, saw her brother, she couldn't help but let out a low exclamation, her expression filled not only with shock but also with confusion

This is Wang Mang's eldest son, Wang Yu, along with Wang Yu's wife, Lu Yan

The child will turn twenty-eight next month

Wang Mang extended his hand, pointing at the two empty seats in front of him, looking at his son and daughter-in-law who were seated before him

Wang Yu remained silent and did not speak

The child... the child is not unfilial!

The sound of footsteps gradually grew closer, fragmented and hurried.

A gentle knocking sound was heard at the door, and a young man's respectful voice came from outside.

He extended his hand and pointed to Mu'er, who was beside Wang Yu: "Your cousin is only fourteen years old this year, which is merely half your age. Yet, when it comes to talent... there is indeed a significant gap between you and him"

It should be said that everyone in the world is very clear about this

Even if it was just a fleeting moment, Wang Mang saw clearly; fear was evident in his eyes

Wang Yu, with a hoarse voice, finally spoke: "The Son of Heaven... will ultimately be the Son of Heaven. My father has always been obstinate, whether it is the Son of Heaven or the Wei family, how can there be no resentment in his heart? When the day comes that the Son of Heaven governs, will he not long for his biological mother? How will he view your actions, Father, in obstructing his meeting with his mother? What fate awaits our Wang family? Father! I am not unfilial, but I am thinking of the Wang family!"

After Wang Yu took his seat, he no longer raised his head, his eyes fixated on the wine utensils on the table, his entire body tense and rigid. In contrast, Lü Yan was far from being as composed as he was, tightly clenching his fists, his eyes occasionally glancing up at Wang Mang from below, and then cautiously darting towards his brother Lü Kuan, who was still being held down on the ground.

Wang Mang continued: "In your eyes, this should be what is called loyalty. The Son of Heaven, the Son of Heaven... In order to be loyal to the Son of Heaven, one cannot fulfill filial piety towards one's father. The saying that loyalty and filial piety cannot coexist has been true since ancient times. In your heart, you must surely believe that everything you think, say, and do is out of great righteousness, am I right?"

Father, what is the reason for summoning your child

Long before the strange noises were heard, the lights in the residence had already been lit, shining into the study from outside the window. However, it was quite common for my father to summon me to the study late at night, and I did not hear any sounds of panic or commotion.

Wang Yu lowered his head in silence, while Lu Yan beside him widened her eyes, staring intently at her husband, nearly calling out.

His own son, indeed, is well-informed

Since the two individuals arrived at the study, Lü Kuan's face had turned ashen, and he tightly closed his eyes.

Wang Mang's expression remained unchanged, while Lü Kuan beside him suddenly tensed up, his face showing even greater terror

However, Wang Yu paid no attention to Lu Kuan's expression. A faint smile still lingered on his face, and in his mind, he recalled the incident from four years ago

Wang Mang slightly raised his voice, a hint of an elusive smile appearing on his face

Inside the room, a peculiar silence suddenly enveloped, leaving only the sound of Wang Mang softly sipping from his cup. However, the cup of wine in front of Wang Mu remained untouched throughout.

Standing beside him was a woman who appeared to be even younger than he was. Although she was dressed like a matron, her features suggested that she had only just passed the age of girlhood. Her face was free of makeup, looking fresh and charming, with a hint of innocent youthfulness, yet her lower abdomen was slightly protruding, clearly indicating that she was pregnant

At the moment the door was pushed open, Wang Yu's face instantly changed color upon seeing Lu Kuan being held by the hair and pressed to the ground by Han Zhuo, and his hands couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"Is it about the Wei family?" Wang Mang raised his wine cup and took a sip: "You advised me last month that I should not obstruct the Emperor from meeting with the Empress Dowager Wei, and that I should return power to the Wei family."

But when she glanced at Wang Mang's face, that scream was firmly suppressed in her throat

"Yuer, how old are you this year?" After a moment of silence, Wang Mang asked