There were no lights in the ancestral hall, and no one outside dared to disturb it without Wen Qiongyu's instructions. Only the weak light from the lamp in the yard filtered through the doors and windows, making the room seem darker and darker.
Wen Liang looked up at his father slightly, and finally admitted his mistake, "Princess Jiahe is a royal princess after all. My son... shouldn't be angry for a moment."
"Wrong."
Wen Qiongyu's voice came faintly from above his head, making Wen Liang feel a little surprised, "Isn't it?"
"You are wrong because you are narrow-minded, short-sighted, and have no awareness of the overall situation. What is even more wrong is that you are simple-minded, do not understand people's hearts, and do not know your own weight."
Wen Liang couldn't bear such a straightforward and severe criticism, and his face was swollen, especially in such an occasion, and there was no anger in Wen Qiongyu's tone.
This made Wen Liang even more embarrassed. He glanced to the side, his eyes fell on the black ground, and his fists tightened at his sides. It was obvious that he was very dissatisfied with his father's evaluation.
"Don't feel unconvinced. Let me ask you, have you thought clearly about the consequences of Princess Jiahe dying in our family at this time?
Do you know what the Seventh Prince’s attitude is towards our family? Have you ever thought about what decisions your behavior will lead to?"
The two questions left Wen Liang speechless. He only thought that Jiahe and the seventh prince were in a hostile relationship. Now that the seventh prince was stable as the next monarch, killing Jiahe at this time would actually make him a better seller.
As for the rest, he has never thought about it, and there is no way to think about it. He is at home all day long, and he is white. What can he know?
Wen Qiongyu Leng snorted, "I know your temperament to a certain extent. If there is no one pushing you from behind, you will definitely not be able to do such a thing."
He paused, and the smile on his lips became colder, "But that Qiao Yuning?"
Wen Liang thought of Qiao Yuning, who was still in prison, and said quickly: "Father, Ning'er is doing it for her son's good. She just wants to stay with her son for the rest of her life. Her son promised her before that he would marry her, but now
…”
"Do you really know who this Qiao Yuning is? Do you know what she did behind your back?"
Wen Liang was confused by Wen Qiongyu's words, "What can Ning'er do..."
"What are you doing?!" Wen Qiong laughed angrily at his son's ignorant appearance, "The two maids beside her are highly skilled in martial arts and are not ordinary people at all. Do you know this?"
Sure enough, in the dim light, one could see the confusion on Wen Liang's face, "What kind of martial arts? What kind of maid?"
"Is this what you call mutual love?" Wen Qiongyu sneered and looked at his son, "To tell you the truth, your Aunt Qiao's biological mother was a spy placed in the Qiao family.
This matter involves so much that even I dare not touch it easily, and now there is evidence that you, Aunt Qiao, have already come into contact with those people.
No one knows what she is going to do in our house, do you still think you know her well?"
There was silence again between father and son. After a while, Wen Qiongyu let out a long sigh, looked down at his son kneeling on the ground, and said seriously, "You and your mother have always been worried about each other. You feel that I am more jealous of the third child."
I'm good to you, because you feel unfair because of your status as the legitimate son, I know this."
This was the most aggrieved point in Wen Liang's heart. He would always remember that when his father came back from his post, he took Aunt Yan and Wen Shooti with him, and they looked like a family.
During the Chinese New Year, he would stand obediently in front of his father and listen to his instructions without daring to move. However, Wen Shouti would act coquettishly at his father's knees.
He was envious and felt aggrieved at the same time, because he was obviously the legitimate son!
He lowered his eyes and looked at the ground, his fingers unconsciously digging at the edge of the futon without responding.
"You and the third child are both my sons. To me, the future of the Wen family falls on you, but my requirements for you are completely different.
The third child's background is too low, and his academic qualifications are limited, so I trained him to go out to socialize and socialize with others. It is unlikely that he will become a serious official in the future, but he can help the family, but it will be very useful.
You are just the opposite. Your mother comes from a Qingliu family and belongs to the same lineage as my Wen family. Therefore, her request for you since childhood is to study. You have a simple temperament, so this choice is good for you.
Therefore, I will not interfere too much. Your talent in reading is also higher than other brothers. I just want you to study hard and enter the Imperial Academy in the future. That is the real promising path. I don’t know for sure. My Wen family
There is also a chance to enter the cabinet and worship the prime minister.
Therefore, my original plan is that you will seriously pursue your path to the Imperial Examination and the Imperial Academy, and the third child will be transferred to various yamen. You two brothers will support each other, so why worry about not being able to shine on the lintel of the Wen family in the future?"
Wen Liang had already raised his head and looked at his father blankly, as if he didn't understand what he said.
Wen Qiongyu's tone became a little depressed, "You also know that you are the legitimate son, so you should know that you are different from others. How can my expectations for you be the same as those of the third child?
Where did you find the third son's husband? Which of your husbands did I not personally pass the test or invite in person? How many of your articles should I read every year? You should read them every year
Who revised your composition at the end of the season?"
Hearing this, Wen Liang was shocked and murmured speechlessly, "Father...Father!"
Wen Qiongyu sighed heavily, "I thought that with your talent in reading, my old dream would finally come true.
Unexpectedly, you are so naive and short-sighted that you have put yourself in such a situation for the sake of a son. You blame me for valuing the third child. Then let me ask you, what should I do after all the things you have done in the past year?
Value you?!"
Listening to what his father said, Wen Liang already burst into tears.
He never thought that his father had never ignored him. He actually cared about him as his son!
After Wen Qiongyu finished speaking, he flicked his sleeves and robe and turned around to go out.
Wen Liangliang panicked and quickly hugged his legs, crying bitterly, "Dad, dad, it's all your son's fault. It's your son's fault that he didn't understand your good intentions. Dad! My son knows he's wrong. Please, please."
Don't give up on your son.
In the future...I will definitely work hard in the future, study hard, and get a good name, and I will definitely bring glory to our father, father, who is the lintel of the Wen family!"
Wen Qiongyu glanced at his son on the ground again, his eyes became cold, and it took him a while before he spoke.
"Well, I'll give you another chance to teach you a lesson."
"Okay, okay, okay! Father, tell me!"
Wen Liang suddenly seemed to have grasped hope and nodded in agreement.
Wen Qiongyu sneered, "Don't agree too quickly, I want you to..."
He paused for a moment before continuing, "Kill your Aunt Qiao with my own hands!"