"You... nonsense! What do you know?!" Lu Mingwei yelled angrily. He wanted to hit Lu Zhishan's hand, but he couldn't move it, so he could only roar hysterically, "Mr. She is a weak woman, why would I use such despicable methods? It’s ridiculous!”
"Why do you want to kill her? Haha," Lu Zhishan smiled softly, his eyes were filled with coldness, "Didn't I just say it? Because you want to be a loving father, kill my humble mother. Dear, I have become a child without a mother, and I am still a bastard who cannot achieve anything. If my father is more considerate, the Xu family will naturally not complain, and you are so famous in front of the world. By gaining a good reputation as a loving father, wouldn’t it kill two birds with one stone?”
"What on earth do you want to say?" Lu Mingwei became even more irritable. He roared, his voice changing the tone, "You traitor! How dare you talk to me like this?!"
"Rebellious son? I am indeed, but it was all your fault, Father," Lu Zhishan sneered. He gently patted Lu Mingwei's sallow face to calm down and said, "How did the late emperor die? Father, this The traitor, of course, knows it best, so why do you have the nerve to reprimand me, the traitor, at this time? I didn't kill you at all."
"You... you, shut up! Shut up!" Lu Mingwei roared, his whole body trembling.
"Why should I shut up? I have the final say in Dali now," Lu Zhishan raised his eyebrows, and his smile became more proud and colder, "Father, are you particularly disappointed with Prince Hui? You want to support him so much, but he doesn't like you. Look, how angry are you?"
"Oh, by the way, father, there is one more thing I must tell you. Yesterday, as soon as your condition worsened, Prince Hui, whom you most favored, wrote a letter begging you to make me, your rebellious son, your heir. How is it? Father, are you even more angry now?"
Lu Mingwei had difficulty breathing. He stared, his chest heaved sharply, like a dying fish, and the sounds coming out of his mouth were blurred: "You... you... treason..."
"I never wanted to be a rebellious son. It was all because of you, my father!" Lu Zhishan suddenly grabbed Lu Mingwei's shoulders and pulled him up from the bed. He gritted his teeth and said, "Back then, Southern Xinjiang Why was Dali defeated in the First World War? Why were the bodies of 70,000 Dali soldiers buried in a foreign land? Why are my legs disabled? "
Lu Mingwei's shoulders were clutched so tightly by him that pain caused beads of sweat to form on his forehead. His already pale face became even more pale at this moment: "You... you knew this a long time ago?"
"Yes, I have known it for a long time. I have been waiting for you, father, to give me an explanation. No matter whether you have really loved me or not, I am your son after all. I have the blood of the Lu family in my body. I thought you would give me an explanation, I thought you would at least cherish our... pitiful father-son relationship," Lu Zhishan gritted his teeth, his gums hurting, and his eyes were blood red, "But I'm waiting. What happened? The imperial court didn't care about the 70,000 heroes! Eight hundred beauties were still sent to Tubo and Siam, and Prince Huai was still proud of himself. Even the culprit, Lu Zhihe, was still wearing a silk hat and a mink coat! Was he afraid that I would kill him when he went to the imperial mausoleum?"