In the quiet of the night, Feng Qingxue conveyed Jiang Xiaoyue’s words to Lu Jiang, hoping he would act prudently and avoid trouble.
Lu Jiang pondered for a moment, nodded, and said, "Jiang Xiaoyue is young, straightforward, and lacking in such insight. It’s probably from her father or brothers, but they really don’t understand the old leader."
"You understand? What do you understand?" Feng Qingxue’s eyes sparkled with curiosity.
If he really understood, then why did he suffer two years of demotion in his past life?
"If it were the me from a few years ago, rushing headlong like a greenhorn, perhaps I wouldn’t have seen clearly, but the me now can discern quite a bit," Lu Jiang sighed, then lowered his voice to a whisper, "What’s the situation now? To put it bluntly, it’s a battle between dragons and tigers, where the multitude of tigers cannot overcome the true dragon, the emperor. And the reason for all this, is that the tigers—relying on their great achievements—wanted to be ennobled and become the prime minister, ruling as if they were the masters, unlike the old leader."
Feng Qingxue was taken aback, as she understood Lu Jiang’s words, but that very understanding left her all the more shocked.
The meaning implied by Lu Jiang’s revelation had altered her perceptions.
"You..." Feng Qingxue struggled to find a topic, remaining silent for a while.
So, the materials she could see might be embellished by later generations?
Being an ordinary citizen herself, she did not understand politics, nor had she researched the rights and wrongs of that historical period. Now she truly felt confounded, unsure of who was right and who was wrong.
Lu Jiang spoke indifferently, "Father would always tell us or Uncle to follow the old leader’s path, but he wasn’t talking about pledging allegiance to the old leader. Instead, father understood that, among everyone, the old leader was the most selfless towards the people. Unfortunately, the old leader could not succeed alone. Haven’t you noticed? He personally didn’t have a so-called direct lineage or close confidants, yet many of the tigers intended to undermine the true dragon to further their own schemes."
"Schemes? What schemes?"
"To become the masters of the common people," Lu Jiang said coldly, his few words landing with weight.
Become the masters of the common people? The amount of information in this phrase was massive.
Feng Qingxue suddenly covered her own mouth and then reached out to cover Lu Jiang’s mouth as well, "You mustn’t say such things, you mustn’t. Walls have ears!"
Lu Jiang pulled down her hand, smiling, "I know, that’s why I’m whispering it to you under the covers!"
Feng Qingxue’s face flushed. "You’re being improper!"
"Who says I’m being improper? I’m very proper!" As husband and wife, it is only natural to harmonize yin and yang, the righteous path of heaven and earth.
Through Lu Jiang’s mentoring and thorough analysis throughout the night, Feng Qingxue finally understood the misconceptions about the old leader she held deep in her heart, those hidden underneath her respect.
Those highly regarded by posterity are not necessarily superior, and those deemed evil are not necessarily villains.
No person is perfect.
To be blunt, it all originates from class struggle.
Perhaps, this is politics, filled with unseen blades and shadows, not something a simple woman like herself could fully understand.
However, Lu Jiang once again recognized the keen intelligence of his wife. He could not help but seize the opportunity to cultivate her comprehension of the situation, so much so that Feng Qingxue overslept the next day. Upon opening her eyes, she found Fubao applying her cold cream to her face.
"Fubao, what are you doing?" Feng Qingxue sat up with a start.
"Smelling nice! Mommy, smelling nice." Fubao rubbed his little hands on his face, trying to spread the cold cream he had smeared on his cheeks evenly, "Nice smell!"