Meng Jia still couldn't accept it: "Where did your letter come from? Was it given to you by the man who burned Pucheng?"
Meng Xiang shook his head and carefully put away the letters: "Don't ask, I won't tell you."
"I'm showing you this and telling you this because I want you to understand that we are not playing house."
"He wants me dead, and I also want him dead. There can never be reconciliation between me and him."
"Also, I have no personal grudge against him, just national hatred. As long as I am around, I will try my best to prevent him from expanding his power."
"Let's go, Sansan. You really don't want to do these things with your father, and your father won't force you."
"From tomorrow on, I will try to get you out and let you live happily with your mother."
Meng Xiang took the box containing the secret message and wanted to put it in the cabinet.
Unexpectedly, my hands were shaking so much that I almost dropped the box to the ground several times.
Meng Jia frowned and took the box in his hand: "Let me do it, where do you want to put it?"
Meng Xiang shook his head and refused to give it to Meng Jia.
After finally placing the box, he turned around and wanted to talk to Meng Jia, but he didn't want to. He felt dizzy and fell down.
Meng Jia's quick eyesight and hands quickly supported him. He was trembling, panting like a bellows, tilted his head, and fainted.
Meng Jia's expression changed drastically, and he quickly picked him up and put him on the couch, calling for a doctor over and over again.
Not long after, the doctor came. After checking his pulse, he shook his head and sighed: "My dear, you are seriously ill."
Meng Jia was completely stunned: "How could that happen?"
Although the old man had been ill several times before, he recovered quickly.
He saw that the old man was still very lively recently, capable of cursing and scheming, so why did he say he was terminally ill?
Meng pulled him aside and explained in a low voice: "You are not at home, so you don't know about some things.
After the death of the late emperor, my uncle became seriously ill and almost died. From that time on, his health failed.
At that time, the doctor once said that unless he is suffering from this disease, he should not think about anything else and keep resting, otherwise..."
Mengjia sat there blankly, his head buzzing.
Meng sighed and hurriedly went to greet the doctor.
After a while, Meng Jia stood up unsteadily, pulled the doctor and whispered: "How long will it take?"
The doctor couldn't bear to say: "If you worry less, you can probably live a few more years. If this is the case, I'm afraid it will only be a matter of one or two years."
Meng went to see the doctor off, and Meng Jia walked to Meng Xiang's couch and sat down, looking at him blankly.
Someone whispered: "Husband, what's going on?"
He slowly turned around and saw Lin Mi standing behind him, slightly shy, but more worried.
"I, I heard that my father-in-law called you here. I was a little worried, so I came over to take a look. I didn't expect that my father-in-law was sick..."
Seeing him staring at her, Lin Mi twisted her handkerchief in embarrassment and her voice became smaller and smaller.
"I don't have any other meaning. I just think that you have worked hard and want you to rest early. I will take care of my father-in-law."
Seeing that he didn't speak, she quickly said: "Are you worried about your mother-in-law? It's okay. I just helped her drink the medicine. She just fell asleep. I also told my servants not to pass on the matter here."
Meng Jia suddenly felt very tired.
Both parents were ill, and there were so many things going on inside and outside, none of which were easy.
Meng Xiang said that Pu Cheng's fire was not controlled by him, but by someone else.
Regardless of whether it is true or false, how would Gu Fenglin and Mu Yunhan view this matter?