Yuan Pandi couldn’t believe she had said so much, yet this son still couldn’t see the light.
No, it’s not that he couldn’t see the light, but that he was bewitched.
"Are you determined to go down this dark path?"
Yuan Pandi looked at her stubbornly kneeling eldest son, truly feeling the pain of disappointment.
"Dad, can you let me try?"
"If Xue’er has no feelings for me, I promise to always listen to you in the future and never appear in front of her again!"
"Dad, I’m begging you!"
In the freezing weather, on the icy ground, Yuan Shougui kneeled, repeatedly kowtowing to Yuan Pandi.
This scene, in the eyes of Yuan Zhaodi, Yuan Yindi, Old Yuan, Mrs. Zeng, and others, really tugged at their hearts.
"Xiao Wu, what do you think?"
Old Yuan looked at his youngest son, already filled with compassion.
"Dad, we can’t afford to gamble!"
Yuan Yindi shook his head.
Old Yuan turned to Yuan Zhaodi.
Yuan Zhaodi was silent for a moment, his mouth twitched slightly, and said, "Dad, I think Xiao Wu is right!"
We can’t afford to gamble!
"The ones from the second and third families, what about you?"
Seeing his two sons disagree, Old Yuan turned to the wives of Yuan Wangdi and Yuan Laidi, who had gone to join the army, Song and Peng.
The two sisters-in-law exchanged a glance, both uncertain, eventually murmuring, "Dad, we listen to you!"
For such a major decision, it’s usually the men in charge who make the call.
But since their husbands weren’t there, they had to let the elder make the choice.
Old Yuan let out a long sigh; he too found it hard to decide.
Yuan Shougui was the Yuan Family’s eldest grandson. When he was little, Old Yuan adored him dearly.
"Dad, our family has never gambled!"
Yuan Yindi spoke again, "If you want to gamble this time, then forgive your son for being unfilial!"
Knowing this matter might endanger the lives of the whole family, yet still choosing to take a gamble? Yuan Yindi firmly disapproved of such irrational behavior.
"Alright, I understand the situation now!"
Hearing such unyielding words from his youngest son, Old Yuan felt somewhat hurt.
Reason is one thing, but emotions are another.
And while the Yuan Family quietly discussed, Yuan Pandi, after a long silence, finally spoke in the courtyard.
"Eldest son, are you sure you want to do this?"
Yuan Shougui raised his head, looking at his father, "Since I was young, I’ve always listened to you, but this time I want to make my own decision."
"I really like Xue’er!"
"Ten years on the east of the river, ten years on the west, never underestimate a poor young man!"
"I refuse to believe I’ll always be !"
At this moment, Yuan Shougui felt he had transcended.
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Yuan Pandi took a deep breath and said, "Then I ask you, if you choose to continue entangling with Miss Sheng, you must stay here alone; will you still do it?"
Yuan Pandi was indeed reluctant to lose this son, but he had more than one son!
Moreover, he was not only a father; he was a son to his parents, a brother to his four younger siblings, and an uncle to his nephews and nieces.
He couldn’t only think of himself.
When necessary, he had to let go.
Upon hearing his father’s words, Yuan Shougui’s expression changed.