The system takes the poor cub to find his father

What on earth is Wu Ze thinking about?

If you ask him directly, he will probably smile faintly and tell you that he didn't think about anything, but just decided to save Ming Yunqi's body on impulse. He doesn't know why he did this.

It was obvious that all the sufferings in his life were caused by Ming Yunqi—his family was destroyed, his younger brother died young,

He had thought countless times that if Ming Yunqi had died earlier, perhaps his fate would have been different.

However, the current Dayu Dynasty, an empire once established with iron and blood means, has long been riddled with holes and in turmoil.

Wu Ze actually felt a hint of anticipation in his heart - if Ming Yunqi was still alive, how would he react when he saw the empire he had built with his own hands become like this?

Is he furious or indifferent? Unfortunately, Ming Yunqi is now just an empty shell, knowing nothing and feeling nothing.

"In fact, it might not be a bad idea for you to continue sleeping like this." Wu Ze murmured in a low voice, his eyes falling on Ming Yunqi's pale face, "At least you won't see those supporters who were once loyal to you die tragically in front of you. This... can be considered as my kindness to you."

The poisonous insect in Ming Yunqi's body was indeed planted by Wu Ze himself.

There is no antidote for this poisonous insect. Although the person who is poisoned is unconscious, he is conscious in the initial stage. He can clearly feel his soul being eaten away by the poisonous insect bit by bit until he completely sinks into endless darkness.

Now ten years have passed, and even if a great immortal were to descend, he would be powerless to save the situation.

"For the sake of that man, I will leave an intact body for you." Wu Ze said softly, with a hint of complicated emotions in his tone.

After getting Mingxu's consent, Wu Ze saved Ming Yunqi's body.

However, Wu Ze knew Mingxu's temperament very well. Mingxu was irritable and easily angered. He might have been able to hide it a little when he was young, but since he ascended the throne, his temperament has become more and more strange, which is completely different from the timid and cowardly childhood.

Wu Ze did not dare to delay and decided to get rid of Ming Yunqi's body as soon as possible before Ming Xu changed his mind.

"Someone come here." Wu Ze called in a low voice.

Soon, a man dressed in black with his face covered walked in quietly. He was Wu Ze's confidant, Wu Qi, a remnant of the former Wu clan, who only obeyed Wu Ze's orders.

"Young Master." Wu Qi bowed respectfully to Wu Ze, but his eyes involuntarily swept towards Ming Yunqi in the crystal coffin, and a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.

Wu Ze didn't raise his head, but he seemed to have seen through Wu Qi's thoughts. He said calmly, "Take a few people with you and send this body to Qingzhou City, and bury it with Ming Youlin and his wife in the suburbs."

Wu Qi frowned slightly when he heard this, and a trace of unwillingness flashed in his eyes. He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but swallowed it back.

Wu Ze raised his head, his eyes calm but with unquestionable majesty: "Wu Qi, I know what you are thinking. But is the demise of the Wu clan really all because of Ming Yunqi? The Wu clan's relatives and nobles were absurd and excessive, and the decline had already been apparent. Even if Ming Yunqi was not there, there would be others to take his place. The Wu clan perished because of itself, not outsiders. You have to understand this."

Wu Qi was silent for a moment, his fists clenched, his knuckles white. He certainly understood that Wu Ze's words made sense. The demise of the Wu clan was indeed due to their own arrogance and corruption. From the clan leader to the ordinary wizards, they all disregarded the law and regarded human life as worthless.

If God wants to destroy them, he must first make them crazy. The fate of the Wu clan was already determined when they began to act recklessly.

However, even though he understood, Wu Qi still couldn't let it go. His relatives, even if they were guilty, were still his relatives. They died under the swords of the chaotic army, and died at the moment when the palace wall collapsed. He couldn't help but blame Ming Yunqi for this hatred.

"Wasn't it the same for the young master back then?" Wu Qi asked in a low voice, with a hint of confusion in his eyes, "Why did you soften your heart in the end?"

Wu Ze did not answer immediately, his eyes fell on Ming Yunqi's face again. After a moment, he slowly said: "Maybe it's because... I'm tired. The hatred is too heavy. I have carried it for so many years. I don't want to continue."

Wu Qi was silent for a long time, and finally nodded.

Wu Ze was his only relative in this world, and he didn't want to go against Wu Ze's wishes. He glanced at Ming Yunqi in the crystal coffin again, and the hatred in his heart gradually dissipated.

"Forget it, it's just a corpse, so I'll let you go." Wu Qi said in a low voice.

"Master, I won't do anything." Wu Qi responded respectfully.

Wu Ze nodded, and gently waved the jade pendant in his hand, and the crystal coffin disappeared in an instant. This is one of the only remaining secret techniques of the Wu clan, which can store items in a medium with spiritual power. Now, only Wu Ze and Wu Qi have mastered this secret technique.

"Go early and come back early." Wu Ze handed the jade pendant to Wu Qi and whispered.

Wu Qi took the jade pendant and left. Silence returned to the room again.

"He is worthy of being the person I rescued. Look at this young patriarch of the Wu family. He has a clear distinction between gratitude and resentment. It is really rare." Bai Lian on the side looked at Wu Ze with admiration in his eyes.

Ming Jiang nodded in confusion. Although he didn't understand what the adults were saying, he felt that this brother was much better than the irritable Ming Xu. He didn't hate Wu Ze, and was even somewhat grateful that he had protected his father.

"Well, this brother is a good person." Ming Jiang said in a low voice.

Bai Lian heard this and sighed softly: "What a pity, good people don't live long."

From beginning to end, Ming Yunqi did not say a word.

Wu Ze stood in front of the window, looking at the gradually darkening sky in the distance, with a myriad of thoughts in his mind. He recalled his youth, when he was full of hatred for Ming Yunqi. He hated Ming Yunqi for taking away everything from him, hated him for making him lose his family and relatives. He once vowed that one day he would make Ming Yunqi pay the price.

However, as time went by, the hatred in Wu Ze's heart was gradually replaced by another emotion. He began to think, was the demise of the Wu clan really due to Ming Yunqi? Or was the corruption of the Wu clan itself the root cause? He recalled the glory of the Wu clan in the past, when those high-ranking wizards acted recklessly and regarded human lives as worthless. Their arrogance eventually led to the resistance of the people, and Ming Yunqi was just the winner of this resistance.

"Perhaps, I have been hating the wrong person." Wu Ze whispered to himself, with a hint of confusion in his eyes.

He turned around and looked at Ming Yunqi in the crystal coffin, and a trace of pity arose in his heart. This man, who once had great power, was now just an empty shell. His kingdom had long been in tatters, and his supporters had died tragically one by one.

His fate was already determined.