In the realm of dreams, isn’t it the same?
He died, yet his death was without meaning or value, while his enemies lived on, contented.
And He Su, having monopolized the grain industry of Taihang Town—could her background truly be untainted?
Therefore, without absolute certainty, He Su must not be touched!
Otherwise, it would be like driving Baobao, him, his second brother, his fourth brother, his fifth brother, his sixth brother—all of them—herding everyone towards a path of doom!!
In agony, his face contorted; he clenched his eyes shut.
Pain isn’t only something that can be articulated, expressed, or performed for others to see.
Night and day, his heart burned and his bones ached; he was but an expert at concealing, at hiding, especially at home. He had to guard the secret fiercely, otherwise how would his second brother cope, his fourth brother, stubborn as an ox, might do something foolish, his impulsive and rash fifth brother, and then his sixth brother...
He could only keep it hidden, just keep it tucked away, keep it repressed!
To swallow one’s teeth along with the blood—no matter how bitter the Chinese goldthread, he had to smile and feign peace!!
She clutched her chest, weeping softly in frustration at her own helplessness, while he took a deep breath, composing himself, and soothed her with his rough voice, "Baobao, don’t cry..."
He wiped away her tears.
"I know you’re grieving, but I swear to you, I will have He Su pay her debts in blood!!"
That day, Dong Huiying and Liang Zhichen stayed in town.
The two got a room in an inn and, without having supper, fell onto the bed together.
Her forehead lightly rested against his chest, his arms encircling her waist. Like two injured beasts, they huddled together, quietly nursing their endlessly bleeding wounds in the serene and tranquil atmosphere.
That night, she didn’t sleep, nor did he. Without uttering a word, they lay quietly through the night. Only when dawn broke the next day did Dong Huiying slowly rise, approaching the window, pushing it open to gaze at the morning sun rising in the east.
As she stood up, Liang Zhichen concurrently opened his eyes. He sat on the bed, looking towards the young girl standing against the wind.
"Is there any way to quickly make a large sum of money? No, we need a vast amount... Not just money, but also connections..."
Where there was a deficiency, there needed to be a way to make up for it.
She slowly turned around, her deep gaze falling upon his face.
"With money, you can make the devil turn the millstone, and you’re right—we currently have nothing. There is no wall in this world that air can’t pass through, you can’t wrap fire with paper. Even if I could spend money to put a bounty on her head in the black market, it might bring temporary satisfaction, but it can’t secure a safe life. Should one day her backers, like the Gao Family she’s connected with by marriage, get wind of this, any of these influential figures could, with a mere flick of their fingers, crush us as easily as one would an ant, us country folk from the hills."
The legal system of Dayuan appeared strict, but it was riddled with loopholes. Especially in places where communication was poor, and officials protected one another, with subordinates imitating their superiors—it was all too expected.
Whichever world it was, nothing was ever simple. Some people championed justice, but where was this justice? Even if actions appeared commendable and slogans resonated loudly, there were always those who suffered injustice with nowhere to turn for fairness.
He Su was the root of the disaster, undoubtedly hateful, but did she commit murder? No, she did not. She didn’t kill Bo Ren, yet Bo Ren died because of her, and the laws of this country couldn’t be relied upon. If they could, there wouldn’t be so many grievances.