Let Me Explain, Fairy
Chapter 725 - 452 Volume 2

Chapter 725: Chapter 452 Volume 2

He not only led his troops to annihilate the largest wave of frenzied crowds attacking the provincial capital with the least cost but also eradicated a large Sect that had been completely infected.

"Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap...."

Xu Yuan paced back and forth, his slightly hurried footsteps constantly echoing in the quiet study.

Suddenly,

"Smack!"

Xu Yuan suddenly slammed the document in his hand onto the ground.

He could accept any sacrifice for the future peaceful and prosperous age, but he couldn’t accept the devastation caused by selfish desires.

For the first time, Xu Yuan felt that Li Zhaoyuan deserved to die.

Li Zhaoyuan had arranged for the white fox to assassinate him and Li Qingyan, and Xu Yuan just thought it was the opponent’s tactic.

After all, standing in Li Zhaoyuan’s position, if one wanted to survive, if one wanted to climb out of hell, it was necessary to stop at nothing.

But perhaps because the position of "Crown Prince" at the Prime Minister’s Mansion came too easily, Xu Yuan found that he seemed to still underestimate the cruelty behind the word "struggle for power."

The memoranda were brief and to the point, but what they represented was the devastation of countless lives.

For the sake of attaining that supreme imperial throne, Li Zhaoyuan could even turn tens of millions of common people into dry bones.

Those innocent commoners stricken by disease had already become military exploits,

The countless corpses they had turned into were building a stairway for Li Zhaoyuan, leading to that supreme throne!

"Changtian, calm your mind."

The deep and reassuring voice suddenly came from the entrance of the study.

Xu Yuan turned back with a slightly fierce look in his eyes, only to see Xu Yinhe standing at the door of the study, unbeknownst to him.

Xu Yinhe, looking at the fierce light flickering in his son’s eyes, stepped into the study with a calm and gentle voice:

"The antidote for that plague cannot be developed in a short time, and even if it is developed, it cannot be produced on a large scale quickly. The situation in the Northern Frontier cannot wait."

"I know this is the best choice, and I have no doubts about the decision made by you, father, and the emperor, but..."

Xu Yuan’s voice was low and a bit hoarse, his fists clenched tight under his robe sleeves: "But father, you must already understand the source of this epidemic, whose power is behind it, right?!"

Xu Yinhe, with his tall and indifferent figure, moved past Xu Yuan, bent down to pick up the document that was smashed on the ground, patted the non-existent dust on it, and turned back, his eyes profound:

"Of course, as your father, I know."

Xu Yuan stared into his father’s eyes and said in a low voice:

"Then I want him dead."

"...."

After finishing speaking, silence fell.

Xu Yinhe looked into Xu Yuan’s eyes for several breaths, then gave a slight nod of approval:

"Okay,

"But not now."

Xu Yuan fell silent for a while, his eyes drooping slightly, and he asked softly:

"Because of the emperor?"

Xu Yinhe did not return an answer to that question, but the look in his eyes said it all.

The current emperor, Li Yaoxuan, would not allow Li Zhaoyuan to die.

With an increasingly rapid breath, Xu Yuan raised his eyes, his voice a bit cold:

"Why?

"Is that old immortal Li Yaoxuan really planning to leave the throne to Li Zhaoyuan?"

"...."

To this question, Xu Yinhe still did not provide a direct answer. Holding the document he had just picked up, he sat down behind the desk, and said softly:

"If Li Zhaoyuan were the son of the Empress, all of this would become very easy."

Listening to his father’s words, Xu Yuan took a slightly startled breath.

Although it was not a confirmation, those words had already explained a lot.

At the very least, they indicated that Li Yaoxuan really fancied Li Zhaoyuan.

Father...

This meant that the current emperor was the same kind of person as Li Zhaoyuan.

A hint of amusement suddenly arose in Xu Yuan’s heart, yet he couldn’t laugh.

Lou Ji had told him more than once that the blood on his father’s hands was no less than that of Li Yaoxuan.

As thoughts cascaded through his mind, Xu Yuan suddenly felt an urge to let go.

He considered himself a rather cold-blooded and rational person, but compared to the hearts of those at the center of power, he was just inexperienced.

Maybe it would be better to let Xu Changge, that aggressive king, be the heir.

At least, Xu Yuan didn’t think that his eldest brother’s character would be soft-hearted in such matters, nor did he believe his eldest brother would waver in his decisions for the lives of millions of common people.

"Huff..."

Xu Yuan let out a long breath and pulled up a chair to sit down opposite his father.

Xu Yinhe looked at his son, whose expression was gradually returning to calm, and asked:

"How does it feel to deal with matters of this level for the first time?"

Xu Yuan leaned back in his chair, gazing at the study’s exquisite ceiling:

"Not very comfortable, even a bit like handing the position over to Xu Changge."

Hearing this answer, Xu Yinhe’s hair at his temples quivered, and although his somewhat wrinkled face did not show any surprise, a hint of a smile formed on his lips:

"Being too cold-blooded will cause you to forget many things."

As he spoke, Xu Yinhe casually picked up another document, glanced over it, and said in a soothing voice:

"Looking at these things, your father is also uncomfortable, but to continue on, one must accept them, and endure, waiting for the opportunity."

As he said this,

Xu Yinhe suddenly lifted his gaze, his profound eyes revealing a fleeting tenderness, and said warmly:

"If Changtian truly doesn’t want this, your father will not force it."

Listening to his father’s words, Xu Yuan also revealed a hint of a smile, casually saying:

"Dad, the Imperial Family is fighting like mad dogs over the throne, why do I feel like the heir’s position in our Prime Minister’s Mansion has become a hot potato?"