Ye Hao didn’t know how Si Yuchen came through these thirty years.

He didn't know why all the Si family were killed, but only Si Yuchen survived, and became like a weak scholar now, who was not as good as a scholar.

He was born in the palace. Over the years, Ye Hao was calm and composed, and his style of conduct has always been a gentleman's openness and integrity, but he would not ignore it because of this - the palace was originally a dirty swamp.

The emperor of Dongyou imprisoned Si Yuchen, but took away his wife and killed all his relatives. What kind of grudge is this?

Or, what kind of distorted and perverted thoughts?

Ye Hao didn't want to think deeply, nor did he dare to think deeply.

The mother did not say it more clearly. She had reasons why she would not say it, or there was no need to pursue many reasons more deeply. He just needed to know how the original incident happened, who had carried so much pain over the years, and who had carried so much sins--

That's enough.

His fingers were pinching into his palm, and a sharp stinging pain came. Ye Hao tried his best to restrain his surging mood in his heart.

Ye Jin was right. Ye Hao is no longer a young child. He is very strong and has already had the ability to bear many things, but these things are not something that can be seen calmly because they can bear them.

Everyone involved in it has the pain they perceive is countless times magnified, and no one can truly empathize with such things - this is a feeling that is more heart-wrenching than cramps and bone removal.

Ye Hao didn't even dare to think about how desperate he felt when his father said the sentence "There is no greater sorrow than death in his heart" and when he was powerless to hate.

No matter how much blood or revenge, it cannot be replaced by those unjustly dead people who have already turned into dust, the happiness of loving couples, or the joy of family that their son has been happy with.

Taking a deep breath, Ye Hao blinked his sour eyes and spoke a little: "Ye Jinghong is not dead yet, but I will make him pay a hundred times more painful than Jun Qian."

"Ye Hao." Si Yuchen said lightly, "How to deal with Ye Jinghong is your own business, and he deserves his sins. I don't care, let alone there is no Bodhisattva heart to interfere, but don't involve innocent people - don't forget that you are the emperor of Xiling now, what is your responsibility on your shoulders. If you are about to take a wrong step, the people in the world will suffer."

People all over the world?

Ye Hao looked at him, and the deep emotions in his eyes gradually showed, but a cold and ruthless arc curled up at the corner of his mouth, "How have the people of the world ever pity your past misfortune? Hundreds of thousands of people in the Dongyou Emperor Capital ever thanked you for your kindness in protecting the country back then? Did you express your dissatisfaction with the king and your grief for the Si family when the Si family was destroyed?"

"Who can easily disobey the imperial power of the highest power?" Si Yuchen's voice was plain, "The misfortune of the Si family has nothing to do with the people. Even if they resist and are dissatisfied, what's the use of? The result of the shaking of the tree is that the blood on the execution ground is thicker."

After the words came to an end, Ye Hao suddenly became silent.

He clenched his hands tightly, and he was thinking, he probably understood why even though Ye Jinghong had been coldly and alienated himself over the years, he never had any resentment towards him, probably because...

What flows in the Si family’s bloodline is all tolerant blood.

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