My lady, I'm going to rebel.

Ok?

Han Zi's words not only shocked everyone at the scene, but even Mu Zheng was caught off guard.

"Han Zi, do you still understand the rules? Grandpa doesn't care about your shabby reputation, but you are still turning your back on me." The speaker was Han Yu, with a look of righteous indignation, as if he was the one who was wronged.

Han Zi ignored him.

Han Mo also looked embarrassed.

As the eldest son of the Han family, he hoped to return to his clan, but as a father, he understood his son's thoughts.

Just when the scene was quiet, Han Jiahao chuckled and slowly put down the teacup in his hand: "Mo'er, you have to think it through."

Han Mo frowned, then looked at Han Zi and said, "Son, let's sit down first."

Han Zi tilted his head, but finally walked to his father's side, while Mu Zheng stood behind him steadily like a guard.

"Haha! You ended up sitting down anyway?" Han Yu sneered.

"Yu'er!" Han Jiahao glared at his grandson, then looked at Han Zi: "I called you and your son here this time for three main reasons."

Han Zi remained calm, but Han Mo looked conflicted.

"The first thing is that I heard that Han Zi is going to investigate the old events." Han Jiahao's voice was low, and perhaps because he had been in power for many years, there was a faint sense of oppression.

Han Zi glanced at Han Mo and thought that his father spoke very quickly.

"It's already happened, and the damage you've done to Miss Lu is irreversible. Now you're turning around and claiming you're going to re-investigate the matter. You're rubbing salt in your cousin's wounds. Furthermore, have you considered the Feng family's feelings? Feng Quan and Lu Rou are getting married, and it's so hard to stop people in this city from discussing this matter. If you stir up trouble again, won't you bring disgrace upon the Feng family?"

Ha ha!

Han Jiahao's words made Mu Zheng laugh.

His own grandson was wrongly accused, but he did not investigate. The Han family was slandered, but he did not prove himself. Instead, he worried about the reputation of the Feng family.

"So, let's just leave it at that!" Han Jiahao said in a commanding tone.

Han Zi tilted his mouth and looked at Han Mo: "Can we go now?"

"How dare you!" Han Jiahao shouted, seeing Han Zi's disrespect for him. But as soon as he said that, he seemed to think of something, and his tone softened. "Sun, don't be so impatient. Wait until I finish what I'm saying. The Feng family said that if you don't make a big fuss about this, their grudge against you will be wiped out."

"Hahaha!" Mu Zheng couldn't bear it anymore.

The feud between the Feng family and Han Zi?

Please, it’s the Feng family who wants to kill your grandson.

Anyone can write this off with a single stroke of the pen, but the Feng family cannot!

As the head of the Han family, how could Han Jiahao not be angry when he was laughed at by a stranger?

"Who are you?" Han Jiahao frowned.

"He is my bodyguard." Han Zi immediately explained Mu Zheng's identity.

"A guard dares to interrupt the master. It's totally unruly. Someone come here..." Han Jiahao shouted.

"No need to call for help, we can go by ourselves." Mu Zheng stood up to help Han Mo.

This?

Han Jiahao was stunned.

Where did they recruit this person? He's so clueless. He was going to ask someone to kick him out, but instead he acted like he was just seeing someone off.

What’s even more hateful is that his son and his grandson both stood up.

"Mo'er!" Han Jiahao lowered his voice. When he heard his father's tone, Han Mo obviously paused.

Han Zi gently squeezed his father's wrist, turned to Han Jiahao and said, "What's the matter? Is there anything else for the Han family master?"

He didn't call him grandpa, but head of the family.

The meaning is very clear. You have already kicked our eldest branch out of the Han family, so it is naturally not your turn to teach my guards a lesson.

Han Jiahao looked at Han Zi with sharp eyes, and Han Zi looked at him without fear.

This made Han Jiahao very embarrassed.

At this moment, Han Zi's second uncle, Han Jing, spoke up: "My nephew, you are well aware of the power of the Feng family. Going against them is undoubtedly like hitting a rock with an egg. As long as you promise not to pursue the past, all the grudges between you will be wiped out. Why not?"

Ha ha!

Han Zi smiled and said, "Why not? How about I take Han Yu out for a walk, and then my second uncle can come and talk to me about how to let go of the hatred of life and death."

"You!" Han Yu slammed the table and stood up, cursing, "Han Zi, don't be so shameless! It's a great blessing for you that the family is willing to mediate for you."

"Alright!" Han Jiahao scolded Han Yu: "How do you talk to your brother?"

As he spoke, he looked at Han Zi and said, "The second matter has something to do with your father. Natural disasters have occurred frequently recently, and the entire Lanling region is short of food. The price of rice has risen to 2600 coins per stone. However, Master Li Lian has a way to transport grain from the north. Do you think you can talk to him and get some grain for our Han family's rice shop? After all, he has cut off our supply channels for a long time."

"Oh?"

Mu Zheng looked at Han Zi's expression and it was obvious that he didn't know about this yet.

But before Han Zi could speak, Han Jiahao immediately threw out the third offer: "As long as you agree to the first two offers, I will immediately restore your names in the Han family and allow you and your son to recognize your ancestors."

As soon as these words came out, Mu Zheng clearly felt Han Mo's wrist tremble. He and Han Zi looked at each other and immediately knew what Han Mo was thinking.

Indeed, in ancient times, clan concepts were deeply rooted in people's minds.

Being expelled from the family is something you will never be able to hold your head up high.

However, Han Mo didn't say anything, and didn't even show any expression. He must have known that Han Zi was unwilling.

Mu Zheng had no expression at all. This was Han Zi's business, and the final decision would depend on what he thought.

After a long time, Han Zi's lips moved slightly: "Dad, let's go."

Just as they left the Han family's courtyard, a carriage approached. Li Lian poked his head out from behind the door curtain: "Thank God, you finally came out."

"Mr. Lian!" Han Mo bowed.

"Oh, Uncle Han, I told you not to call me that. Han Zi and I are brothers, and his father is my... my father's younger brother!" Li Lian said with a smile.

Han Mo remained respectful.

Li Lian has a good relationship with his son, and he is very pleased. However, he cannot take it for granted that Li Lian still cares for his son after the accident.

People should know how to be grateful.

On the way, Li Lian heard Han Zi talking about what happened at the Han family, and the first thing he said was, "Fuck you! Why didn't they investigate? They ruined your reputation, ruined your future, and finally hired someone to kill you. Can this be resolved by just acknowledging your roots? I mean, it doesn't matter if your Han family isn't on the family tree. Put it together with a bunch of disgusting names, I want to give him a hammer."

After saying that, Li Lian seemed to realize that Han Mo was right beside him. He smiled awkwardly: "Uncle, I won't hit you!"

Call...

The carriage braked suddenly.

Li Lian lost his balance and leaned forward, his dancing fist hitting Han Mo's lower abdomen.

This scared him: "Uncle, uncle, are you okay?"

Han Mo tried hard to force a smile: "No, it's okay."

Damn, that hand is really strong.

"Cao Pengfei, what's going on?" Li Lian shouted as he lifted the curtain.

"Young Master, there is someone in front!" said Cao Pengfei.

Mu Zheng looked through the opened door curtain and saw Lu Ziqi riding a tall horse, so he blocked the road and said, "Where's Han Zi? Let him come out!"