How could he be willing to tell Wen Jian that his biological grandfather was a murderer who destroyed her family
For so many years, Ji Xubai and Wen Zhijiu have been tight-lipped about this matter. They have never mentioned the relationship between Wen Zhigu and the late emperor to anyone, just because they don’t want to mention those dark past events again...
But now Wen Jian came to tell them that he wanted to marry Qingzhi.
This is not allowed.
First of all, it's unfair to Qingzhi.
Wen Jian only felt that there was some invisible force blocking him. When he was twenty years old, he wanted to marry his beloved Xiao Qingzhi. He got the consent from Qingzhi himself, and even this time he was very kind to him. The angry Uncle Sheng also agreed to himself.
But at this moment, his parents were telling him no.
Wen Jian had never disobeyed his parents since he was a child, but this time, he couldn't understand what his parents meant, so he looked at them frankly, but said in a deep voice without understanding: "I don't I understand what dad means, but no matter what, I must marry Qingzhi."
This is the promise he made to Qingzhi. No matter what, he doesn't want to make his Qingzhi sad anymore...
Looking at Wen Jian with such firm eyes, Wen Zhigu felt even more distressed. She gently pushed Ji Xubai's hand, asking him to let go of her, and then slowly bent down and squatted down in front of Wen Jian. , looked at Wen Jian and explained softly: "Xiao Jian, do you still remember the old uncle who came to see us that night when my mother's place was on fire when she was four years old?"
Maybe it was because the memory was too long ago. Wen Jian suddenly heard her mother mention such a long time ago and couldn't recall it. Her eyes became a little confused. She vaguely remembered that such an old uncle had appeared in her memory. , but he didn’t know what it had to do with his marriage to Qingzhi...
"Although my mother is never willing to admit that evil person, so she has never mentioned this person to you for so many years, her blood is indeed flowing in her body." Wen Zhigu said with difficulty. When Wen Jian mentioned this matter, he paused with difficulty breathing, and then continued slowly, "He is the late Emperor Sheng Nanchen, and he is your biological grandfather. Although you are the same age as Qingzhi, according to seniority... Qingzhi is your aunt, this is a fact."
Wen Jian has always been a calm and composed person. He didn't know how he heard these words completely in his ears, and then why he heard these words repeatedly in his mind...
He only knew that he seemed to have heard an extremely unrealistic joke, so he really laughed out loud. He smiled lowly and said, "Mom, don't talk nonsense."
Then the father behind my mother said in a deep voice: "This is true."
Wen Jian couldn't laugh anymore. He slowly lowered his eyes and didn't move for a long time.
"Xiao Jian, I know it's hard for you to accept the fact that it's my mother's fault. My mother always thought that you had a brother-sister relationship with Qingzhi and didn't think about it that way, but you really can't like Qingzhi."
The more Wen Zhigu talked about it, the more uncomfortable she felt. How could she be willing to do such a thing? This was unfair to Qingzhi or Xiao Jian...
The two children clearly did nothing wrong.
It took a long time for Wen Jian to slowly raise his head. He looked at his parents and spoke clearly, each word carrying a difficult intensity, gently and calmly: "But I like Qingzhi, not just for a few days. Months, years, decades.”