The white-haired old man, carrying a huge Mo Dao on his back, walked through the courtyard and saw a maid coming forward.
"Senior Feng, the prince wants to see you..."
The little maid respectfully conveyed this message.
Feng Bulie paused for a moment and nodded, "Lead the way."
The old man's attitude was calm, and he seemed to know very well why King Zhenbei was looking for him.
The little maid grumbled in her heart, not knowing what was going on, but she didn't dare to ask more questions and just led the way obediently.
Soon, under the guidance of the little maid, Feng Bulie came to the depths of the mansion and met Zhenbei King Lu Yu who was annotating a letter.
Compared with before, Lu Yu now looks much more haggard, with fatigue all over his face, and even a few strands of white hair.
After the little maidservant obediently left, Feng Bulie and King Zhenbei were the only ones left in the yard.
The old man looked at the prince in front of him without saying a word, as if waiting for the other party to speak.
After a while, the tired voice of Zhenbei King Lu Yu was heard in the yard.
"Uncle Feng, I heard that you went to the Heavenly Prison..."
Lu Yu put down the banknotes in his hand, leaned back, almost collapsed on the chair with fatigue, rubbing his eyebrows with his fingers.
Facing Feng Bulie, Lu Yu was left wide open and without any defense.
Given the distance between the two and Feng Bulie's strength, he was able to kill Lu Yu, who had revealed his flaws, on the spot in an instant.
Looking at the prince in front of him who had no guard at all, the old man remained silent.
Then he nodded and said, "Well, I went to see Xiao Yi and asked him some questions."
Feng Bulie was not in a very good mood and spoke with reservations.
The atmosphere between the master and servant was so tense for the first time in many years.
Lu Yu let out a long sigh and sat up straight.
He looked at the white-haired old man in front of him and said, "Did Uncle Feng notice it? I thought I was careful enough."
Lu Yu felt a little tired.
Feng Bulie looked at the young master in front of him, who had become so haggard and tired in just a few years that he seemed to have aged dozens of years, with a complicated look in his eyes.
But now that the words had been made clear, he no longer hid and spoke frankly.
"Young Master, you are indeed careful enough, but I have been in the Zhenbei Palace for so many years. If I can't even notice the slightest movement under my nose, it would be too outrageous."
"Of course, you are also quite outrageous, Master."
The old man looked at Lu Yu in front of him with a complicated expression and said, "Over the years, you have been tolerant and tried hard to maintain the balance of the situation, trying not to let the situation collapse to an irreversible point."
"Lu Zhao has pushed you into desperate situations so many times in the past, and you have always tried to be patient."
"But now that Lu Zhao is about to die, you can't help yourself at the last moment and want to rebel against Lu Zhao... If I hadn't watched you grow up with my own eyes, I would have thought you were crazy."
The old man's tone was extremely complicated.
In response, Lu Yu smiled bitterly.
He shook his head and said, "All these years of tolerance were actually just to accumulate strength and wait for the opportunity now."
"I never wanted to tolerate it, but I had to tolerate it before."
Facing this old man who had watched him grow up since he was a child, Lu Yu looked sincere and spoke the truth without reservation.
"Perhaps Uncle Feng attaches great importance to the glory of Zhenbei Palace, and also attaches great importance to my father's reputation as a loyal minister."
"But in fact, those things were not important to me from the beginning."
"I'm not as submissive as you think, Uncle Feng."
"The reputation of the Zhenbei Palace and my father's fame are not as fragile as you think, Uncle Feng."
"It is not necessary to be a submissive minister for life and allow Lu Zhao to manipulate you in order to maintain the reputation of the Zhenbei Palace."
"My father's great reputation will not be ruined just because his youngest son rebels after his death."
"My rebellion will not affect my father's reputation, only the failure of the rebellion will."
Having said that, Lu Yu sighed deeply and chuckled.
But there was not much frivolity in this chuckle, instead it made people feel extremely heavy.
He looked at the white-haired old man in front of him with a serious look.
"Uncle Feng, you should understand this. Only if I fail in my rebellion will my father's reputation be affected."
"If I succeed, and manage the country in an orderly manner and become a wise ruler, my father's reputation will only be higher."
"Just like when my father led the rebellion, deposed Emperor Li, and supported Lu Zhao to ascend to the throne."
"It was also a rebellion, but because Lu Zhao worked hard to govern the country after he ascended the throne and swept away the decadent atmosphere during the reign of the Fiend Emperor, my father, the rebellious leader, became the King of Zhenbei, a place where every family has a longevity card."
Lu Yu's words made the old man silent.
The old man looked at the young prince in front of him and felt a little strange.
He said incredulously: "So you have decided to rebel a long time ago? What is happening now is your plan for many years?"
"You were already planning for this day the moment you inherited the throne?"
The old man's expression gave a feeling that his worldview had collapsed.
After all, this was too shocking for him.
The kind and generous little master whom I had watched grow up had actually started to rebel early on...
The old man thought he was very good at judging people, but at this moment he realized that he had been wrong for many years.
But Lu Yu shook his head and said slowly.
"It didn't start on the day I inherited the throne."
"To be precise, I had already made the decision in my heart from the day my father took me back to the Zhenbei Palace."
The old man's eyes suddenly widened at the young prince's words.
"The year you were taken back to the palace? You were only eight years old that year!"
But Lu Yu smiled bitterly and nodded slowly.
Dao: "Indeed, I was only eight years old that year, but my world completely collapsed that year."
"My mother told me since I was a child that my father was a big shot, far away from home, very busy, and rarely had the opportunity to come home."
"It's hard for me to see my father either. I can only see him once or twice a year."
"The kids in the neighborhood all laughed at me for being born by a mother but not raised by a father, but I didn't feel bad. Because I often saw my mother hiding away and crying secretly, and I knew she missed her father more than I did."
"I learned to hide my feelings at that time. I couldn't show my longing for my father in front of my mother because it would make her feel worse."
"But it was not until my mother passed away when I was eight years old and my father sent someone to pick me up that I realized that my father was indeed an important figure. However, he was not in a foreign land. Instead, he lived in the same city as me. The palace where he lived was only a mile away from me."
"My mother and I lived under his watchful eyes, separated by a thousand feet, yet never able to be reunited. This was because I once had an elder brother who was raised in a royal palace, but was poisoned and tragically killed at home when he was thirty years old."
"My father was worried that I would be like this too, so he had to hide my mother and I outside the palace to avoid being seen by others."