Meng Xiang was choked, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes.
But seeing Meng Jia's provocative eyes, he suppressed his anger and sighed: "Sansan, we are father and son."
When Meng Jia heard his "three three", his expression softened a little unconsciously, he lowered his eyes and turned his head, and stopped talking.
"Sit down." Meng Xiang patted the couch and said, "Come and sit next to me."
Meng Jia hesitated for a moment, then slowly walked over and sat down next to him.
Meng Xiang looked at Meng Jia's cold jaw and said softly: "You handled this matter very well."
He was talking about Peng Bo being the scapegoat.
Meng Jia's eyes flashed slightly and he said in a deep voice: "Is it done properly? I thought you would blame me for not following your request and forcing this matter to be blamed on the Medicine Hall."
Meng Xiang said calmly: "It would be great if things could be done satisfactorily.
But now that things have reached this point, it is a good opportunity for you to do this.
Rather than waiting for them to pull the matter out, it would be more comprehensive for us to do it ourselves.”
Meng Xiang patted Meng Jia on the shoulder happily and said, "You have really grown up. From now on, even if your mother and I close our eyes, we will feel relieved."
Meng Jia was silent for a long time, then said "Oh" lightly: "So, father, do you have any other instructions?"
Mengxiang smiled: "You have never been exposed to these things before. Now that you have done it this time, just do it to the end.
Peng Bo’s family must be taken good care of, and people’s hard work and sacrifice must not be in vain, otherwise it will chill people’s hearts, do you understand?”
Meng Jia said calmly: "Did you really control this matter?"
Hearing that his tone was wrong, Meng Xiang couldn't help but stop smiling, frowned and looked at him seriously.
Meng Jia looked at him directly: "Father, when you saw the list presented below and the names of more than sixty deceased people, how did you feel?"
Without waiting for Meng Xiang's answer, he continued to ask: "There are also so many injured and homeless people. How do you feel?"
"Are you still the Meng Xiang who is dedicated to serving the public good, willing to serve the world, and even wants to assassinate the demon concubine who is causing harm to the country?"
"Are you still the man who is admired by scholars all over the world, who is willing to shed blood and sacrifice his life, and who is willing to follow you?"
Meng Jia's voice was deep and powerful, very clear, and every word had a metallic clang, sharp and cold.
His eyes were filled with cold and straightforward doubts and contempt: "I am dining in the wind and drinking dew at the border, and going into battle to kill the enemy. Do you know why?"
"It's so that the people of Zhao can live and work in peace and contentment. Several times, I almost died..."
He suddenly tore open his clothes, revealing a hideous scar on his waist:
"The people of Qi thrust their spears through here and just missed severing my intestines.
I was lucky enough to escape and survive, but I didn't tell you.
Because I went there to allow you to rest in peace, not to make you worried.
Do you think I'm not scared? No, I'm very scared. Sometimes I have nightmares and dream about this.
But I feel proud. Every time I see the people of Zhao living and working in peace and contentment, and the children chasing and playing, I feel proud.
Because of you, I lost my best friend in my life and married a woman I didn't love at all.
But I don't blame you. Political opinions are different. Gu Fenglin has his own ideas, and you have yours.
I still respect you because you have indeed devoted your whole life to Zhao Guo for so many years."