"We’re so far from Sanchuan City already, what’s there still to hide?"
Yuan Yindi, being the favorite youngest of Old Yuan, stubbornly nestled next to him, determined to get an answer.
Old Yuan glanced at his youngest son and said, "Why don’t you take a guess first?"
"I guess we’re going to Shu, that place is good for people!"
In Yuan Yindi’s view, Shu was the best place to go, with vast land and sparse population, mountains and rivers—a perfect place for farming. Moreover, the environment of Shu was much like their Linhe Village in Great Yin, making it easy for them to adapt quickly.
Old Yuan’s mouth twitched, clearly disapproving of this guess.
"Dad, you wouldn’t choose the Capital, would you?"
Yuan Yindi became restless immediately after his first choice was dismissed.
Frankly speaking, the northwest was neither good nor bad, but for their family, it was truly not a favorable choice, so he dismissed it outright.
As for the outskirts of the Capital?
This place had its advantages and disadvantages.
Overall, moving to the outskirts of the Capital was a choice with more drawbacks than benefits.
"Why? Can’t we choose the Capital?"
Old Yuan smiled confidently, "I actually chose the Capital."
"Dad, aren’t you kidding?"
Yuan Yindi jumped up, "I gave you three options: top, middle, and bottom strategy, and you chose the bottom one?"
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Old Yuan squinted at his youngest son, "You, smart as you are, think quickly. But in some things, you still lack experience and need more honing!"
"No, dad, at least tell me the reason!"
Yuan Yindi stared intently at his father, truly not seeing where his judgment was wrong.
The Capital, right under the emperor’s nose, gathered too many officials, nobles, and wealthy families. Living there would require utmost caution.
After all, you might accidentally bring trouble upon yourself.
Also, the Sheng Family, they’re in the Capital.
The Capital, though seemingly large, isn’t actually that big.
If by chance Miss Sheng were ever in the Capital, who knows when they might run into each other, wouldn’t that just invite chaos?
Old Yuan looked at his anxious youngest son and chuckled, "Xiao Wu, when you were studying, wasn’t there a saying, that blessings and misfortunes are intertwined?"
"Yes, there is such a saying!"
Yuan Yindi nodded, "Misfortune may be a blessing in disguise, and a blessing may harbor misfortune."
"Indeed, the Capital has many dignitaries."
"But, right under the emperor’s nose, do these dignitaries dare to act recklessly?"
"Or do you think the Yuan Family people are troublemakers?"
Yuan Yindi was instantly speechless upon hearing his father’s words.
Overall, their family were honest folks.
"Dad, don’t you fear Shoucheng might cause the same trouble as Shougui?"
"With Shougui’s precedent, if they still act foolishly, well, the Yuan Family deserves to end. What’s there to say?"
The lesson is there, if someone still doesn’t get it and makes the same mistake, it just means the Yuan Family is brainless.
If they’re brainless, what else is there to say?
"Dad, you’re incredible!"
Yuan Yindi was silent for a long time before giving his father a thumbs-up.
His father’s move was truly playing with fire!
But he had to admit, it was played beautifully!