On Balem, Rong Heng and the others had been following the development of the situation. When they saw Si Yan was going to declare war on Sijialan, everyone's faces were not very happy.
"He wants to start a civil war in the empire?" Hector felt his head buzzing, and couldn't help but look at Rong Heng: "Is he really your biological father? He wants to start a civil war at this time?"
He simply couldn't understand why Rong Heng, a man full of evil, would have such an ambitious but extremely stupid father.
The power of the four ancient tribes has lasted for thousands of years. The "Sgarlan Star" does not only refer to the "Sgarlan Star", but also includes all the planets that are attached to and loyal to the "Sgarlan Star". The Galactic Empire has a total of nine administrative regions. The highest military commander of the Melches Region is the elder of the mermaid tribe. Once the civil war begins, the entire Melches Region will stand on the opposite side of the empire without hesitation.
This does not include other regions and planets with which Sijialan Star has friendly relations or interests.
The start of a civil war means chaos in the empire's rear and the collapse of the frontline defenses. Whether at the national level or at the level of ordinary people, starting a civil war at the moment of the Zerg invasion is tantamount to self-destruction.
Melaire couldn't help but say, "Although it may be a bit disrespectful to Her Majesty the Queen, I do suspect that he is actually an undercover agent of the Zerg."
Otherwise, normal humans would never do such a thing.
Rong Heng said nothing. He lowered his eyes and remained silent for a long time. Then he stood up, left the lounge, and returned to the bedroom.
The cubs who had been listening obediently could not help but ask in a low voice: "Is the man in the video just now Brother Rong's father?"
Hector Melaire then realized that he had accidentally exposed Rong Heng's identity. The cubs had been participating in various meetings so frequently that they had forgotten to ask them to stay away this time.
"It used to be." Melaire shrugged.
"Was it before?" The little fox looked puzzled, lowered his voice and asked hesitantly: "Did his father not want him?"
"You could say... he doesn't want his father anymore." Mellor said, "I doubt he wants to have such a father."
She couldn't help but whisper, "How could a powerful person like Queen Farah choose such a person as her husband..."
This is a question that she still cannot figure out.
The affairs of the royal family were too complicated, so Melaire did not reveal too much to the cubs. But the cubs still realized something from the few words they heard, and turned their heads to look at Rong Heng's closed door, revealing a worried expression.
Rong Heng stood on the balcony, looking up at the sky dyed red by the setting sun, but he still couldn't calm down.
Anger was surging in his chest, but he had nowhere to vent it, so he could only force himself to stay calm.
But Si Yan's ambitious face was still swaying in his mind, that familiar face that always showed no emotion, but now it was full of hypocrisy and greed, which was disgusting.
But such a person happened to be his father.
He remembered that a long time ago, he had secretly asked his mother whether his father disliked him.
Because ever since he could remember, it was his mother who taught him, and his father rarely even smiled at him. Most of the time, he was silent and cold. The only memory left to Rong Heng was his deep gaze when he looked at his mother, and his straight, lonely and cold silhouette.
At that time his mother explained to him that he was just not good at expressing his emotions.
She picked up the book next to Rong Heng, pointed to the dense and easy-to-understand annotations on it and said, "These are all books from your father. Your father is a genius. He never needs to make annotations or notes when reading. He made these specially for you. But he is an introverted person. If you don't discover it yourself, he will never tell you."
In his mind at that time, although Si Yan was not a close and dependent father, he was a wise and knowledgeable person.
He also always believed that his mother was not someone who would be blinded by love, and her evaluation of Si Yan always influenced Rong Heng.
But since he was assassinated, Si Yan's actions have subverted his long-held cognition.
He stared at the sky and murmured in a low voice: "Did mother see the wrong person?"
The sound of a communication coming from behind broke his meditation. Rong Heng had to calm down and turned to go into the bedroom.
"Lucian?" He answered the call, his brows slightly raised.
"Your Highness." Lucien bowed and explained his purpose: "Have you watched the Emperor's press conference?"
Rong Heng nodded: "I saw it, what's the matter?"
Lucien coughed twice and said slowly: "His Majesty the Emperor is trying to start a civil war. The empire will fall into complete chaos. It is time for us to take action. This is a good opportunity to win the hearts of the people..."
"Lucian." Rong Heng raised his hand to interrupt him before he finished speaking.
He looked at the old man in the white robe with new eyes, and his eyes were scrutinizing: "You don't seem to care about the consequences of the civil war at all."
Lucien once told him that he must fulfill the queen's last wish, overthrow the corrupt empire and establish a new country.
Such an idealist should be compassionate and should be most concerned about the survival of the country and the future of the people.
But Lucien didn't. The first words he said after contacting him were full of a politician's assessment of the situation and calculations.
"Are you trying to support me in building a new empire for the queen's ideals, for the people of the empire, or for your own selfish desires?" Rong Heng said with a mocking look: "If it's the latter, then I must tell you that I will never be a puppet at your disposal, and I will never repeat the mistakes of my ancestors."
His attitude was clear, and he laid his suspicion of Lucien out in the open.
From the moment Lucien approached him after many years, he had never fully trusted the other party. The brief cooperation before was nothing more than mutual benefit.
Now, he finally raised the long-standing question.
Lucien looked surprised, his expression froze for a moment, as if Rong Heng's questioning had made him fall into deep thought.
After a long silence, he slowly said, "You are right, I took the wrong path."
He bowed deeply to Rong Heng: "But what I said to you at the beginning was absolutely true. Whether you trust me or not, I will always be the rubble on your road ahead, and I am willing to pave a smooth path for you with my body."
"As for the civil war, I will not say anything more. You and Her Majesty the Queen are very similar. You have both found the way forward."
After saying this, he bowed again apologetically.
He admitted his mistake frankly, which made Rong Heng unable to get angry. He stared at the hunchbacked old man and said, "I hope it's really as you said."
This conversation was not pleasant. The two did not say anything more and soon cut off the communication.
Lucian turned off his intelligent computer, and his short, hunched body gradually stretched out. The white robe that was originally a bit tight on him seemed a bit empty and short.
He took off his wig in front of the mirror, put on a well-fitting suit, and buttoned his clothes meticulously before leaving the secret room and walking to the study outside.
The furnishings in the study were exactly the same as before. There were a large number of documents waiting to be processed on the large desk, the surrounding bookshelves were filled with books, and there was a portrait of the previous queen hanging on the wall.
He slowly walked to the desk and silently pulled out a book. Looking at the two handwriting marks on the book, his cold expression slowly softened, but only a little.
I'm used to making exaggerated and frivolous expressions. Even when it's not necessary, my subconscious expression will still change subtly.
It made him feel disgusted and nauseous.
Putting the books carefully back in the distance, he walked to the hanging portrait of the Queen.
The young queen in the photo has a bright smile and is full of energy.
He remembered that this photo was taken in the year she ascended the throne. At that time, she had just graduated from college and was only 23 years old.
Later, she complained many times that she was too young at that time, her expression was too flamboyant, and she lacked the steadiness of an emperor. She once wanted to replace this portrait.
But because he liked it, he kept it in the end.
Looking up at the portrait, he slowly took a step back and whispered, "You are right. He does not need to learn how to become an excellent emperor. He should become a better revolutionary leader."
Farah once told him that his teachings were too purposeful and utilitarian, and full of the cold calculations of politicians - although this was said as a joke, it made him realize his own shortcomings.
He and Farah are completely different people.
Farah is an idealist. He is still full of affection for the declining empire and is willing to do everything he can to save the empire and the people. But he is different. He seems to be born unable to empathize with irrelevant people. In his eyes, both the empire and the people are just handy tools.
He thought he had hidden it well, but he didn't expect that Farah had already discovered it.
So later he stopped participating in the cub's education. He didn't want the cub to be influenced by him and eventually become like him.
"You taught him very well. Even after you are gone, he still grew up to be a person like you." He showed a faint smile on his face, bowed to the portrait, and then turned and left.
By the time he reached the door, he was the ambitious emperor again.
Queen Seya was waiting at the door of the study. When she saw him, she hurried over, bent his arm intimately, and said with joy, "My dear, I have good news to tell you."
Si Yan hid his emotions very well. He turned his eyes to her belly, his expression and tone were gentle and impeccable: "Let me guess, you are pregnant, right?"
"How did you know that?" Seya was slightly surprised, and then said with some dissatisfaction: "You are too smart. There is no surprise at all."
"But I have been looking forward to him for a long time." Si Yan gently stroked her belly and smiled, "We should share this good news with your father."
Seya's cheeks flushed: "So soon? The doctor said it's only been two months."
"Not so fast." Si Yan said: "We are all looking forward to his arrival."
The two looked at each other, Seya lowered her head shyly and happily, and Si Yan looked at him with a smile that did not reach his eyes.