System Blessing: The Young Master of the Dong Family and Diao Chan's Fate

"The revenge that Wang Yun plotted against me cannot be let go just like that."

"But father, brother, you also have to understand one thing."

"After Wang Yun dies, there will be Zhang Yun and Li Yun. It's easy to dodge an open attack, but it's hard to guard against an arrow from the dark."

"If the court cannot support father, then they will only wish for the death of father, me and my brother before they are satisfied."

Dong Yu spoke with a serious expression, while Dong Zhuo and Lu Bu listened attentively.

"I know about this, but those bastards just look down on us."

"From Luoyang to Chang'an, these people are still very tough. As a father, there is nothing I can do."

Dong Zhuo sighed and said helplessly.

Hasn’t he killed enough people?

It’s quite a few. From the time Dong Zhuo entered Luoyang to the time he moved the capital to Chang’an, dozens of officials, both big and small, have died at his hands.

Not to mention those who are involved.

All in all, there were at least 8,000 people killed, big and small. The number of people killed was endless and the blood flowed like a river.

However, it still only had a deterrent effect, but it also made the group of people hide deeper. There were even people like Wang Yun, who were from aristocratic families and surrendered to Dong Zhuo on the surface, but were secretly plotting and scheming.

"Godfather, do we really have to win them over?"

Lu Bu frowned and asked in confusion.

"Of course, the aristocratic families control the talents. Without talents, a force cannot continue to grow and develop."

Dong Yu nodded.

Aristocratic families existed throughout almost the entire feudal dynasty.

It’s just that the aristocratic families in different periods had different names.

Even in the later Huang Chao Uprising, the Five Surnames and Seven Family Clanes were killed in large numbers, completely overthrowing the nominal aristocratic families.

But in the dynasties that followed, there were still traces of aristocratic families, but they were called by another name.

"Son, you've made progress."

Dong Zhuo, who was standing by, looked at his son with great satisfaction.

Dong Yu had always left him with the impression of a playboy.

From what he said today, it seems that although his son is a little spoiled, he still has some capabilities.

"My son, you're right. If not, why would I go to so much trouble to win them over?"

"A bunch of old people who are annoying just by looking at them. If they don't have the ability, then I must be bored."

Dong Zhuo gritted his teeth and said in annoyance.

"At the moment, there really isn't any good solution."

"But we still have to take Luoyang back."

Dong Yu sighed and said helplessly.

In the eyes of the aristocratic families, the Dong family is just a group of country bumpkins, ruffians who are not worthy of being on the stage.

As for the so-called disrespect for the emperor and usurpation of power, it was nothing more than an excuse for that group of people to criticize the Dong family.

If they really had the chance to control the emperor, they would not scold themselves like this.

"It's all burned down, what's the point of it?"

"All the people of Luoyang were relocated here for my father. Even though half of them died along the way, isn't there still half left?"

"And all that money, grain, and treasure is also in the hands of our Dong family."

"We have soldiers and money, which is enough for us to enjoy a good life here."

Dong Zhuo glanced at his son and quickly spoke.

"With soldiers and money, father, don't you plan to fight for it? Are you content to be a small prince in Chang'an?"

Dong Yu frowned. He didn't expect his father to be so unambitious.

If you don't work hard, how can I be the second generation?

"I'm over fifty!"

Dong Zhuo's eyes twitched slightly as he pointed at himself and said.

"Ambition transcends age. Jiang Shang was still able to conquer the world at the age of 72."

"Father, you are still in your prime. If you don't fight for it, even I, your son, will look down on you."

Dong Yu put his hands on Dong Zhuo's shoulders and looked into his eyes.

"Ambition transcends age...you sound really passionate."

Dong Zhuo cursed with a helpless smile.

Age is a problem. In this day and age, people in their fifties are considered to be very old, and I really don’t want to move.

Another point is his son. How could he not know what kind of person his son is?

No one knows a son better than his father. My son is not cut out for this job at all.

Even if he really worked hard and conquered the world, his son would not be able to take over.

"Father, do you think your son is not good enough?"

Dong Yu looked at Dong Zhuo and asked.

"This may hurt your pride, but I still have to nod my head in agreement."

Dong Zhuo blinked and nodded foolishly.

Dong Yu's face fell. Damn it, he was an incompetent person in his own father's eyes, so how would he be seen by outsiders?

"We don't fight for bread, we fight for our dignity. We have money, food, soldiers and generals. My son won't accept this!"

After a long silence, Dong Yu said seriously.

"What is a steamed bun?"

"What can you do if you are unwilling?"

"Your father was illiterate to begin with, and even after studying diligently for a period of time, I still wasn't cut out to govern a country."

"You? Ha, ha."

At the end of the story, Dong Zhuo couldn't help laughing.

You let your son bully men and women, and Dong Zhuo felt that no one could match him.

But ruling the country and pacifying the world...

Even the huge Xiliang army couldn't find a single one.

"How will you know if you don't try?"

"Besides, although we are somewhat lacking in ruling the world, aren't we capable of conquering it?"

"In this process, you will always encounter some talented people who can rule the world."

Dong Yu remained stubborn and determined not to be a lazy person.

Having traveled through time and space and still having Dong Zhuo's support, if he didn't fight for it, he would surely die in the end.

For all the bad things that Old Dong has done, it is not unfair for him to be thrown out and cut into pieces.

He knew how tragically Dong Zhuo died and how thoroughly the Dong family was liquidated.

Everyone has reasons to stick to their ways, except the Dong family, which has no other choice.

Either fight or the whole clan will be destroyed.

"You really want to do that?"

Dong Zhuo frowned and stared at his son seriously.

Although he felt that his son was not cut out for it, if his son really wanted it, he wouldn't mind trying for it in his fifties.

It doesn’t matter whether it succeeds or not, it’s all for my son.

"We must fight."

"If we don't fight, when the world situation becomes clear, all of us will be liquidated."

"Now it's not a question of whether to fight or not, but whether you want to live or not."

"Brother, do you want to live or die?"

Dong Yu clenched his fists and spoke loudly.

"what?"

"What else can I do?"

"That must mean he wants to live."

Lu Bu, who had been eating melons, was stunned and nodded.

"If we all want to live, we have to fight for it."

"Only if we succeed can we survive. Father, you don't want to see our entire family being cut into pieces, do you?"

"Brother, you don't want to see your niece being bullied, right?"

Dong Yu nodded slightly and spoke threateningly.

"Okay, if that's the case, let's do it!"

Dong Zhuo's eyes widened as he finally made up his mind.

"My son, I will swear allegiance to my adoptive father until death!"

Lu Bu knelt on one knee and clasped his fists.

"Hahaha, good, with the courage of my son Fengxian, the world will be in turmoil!"

Dong Zhuo stroked his beard and laughed, his eyes full of ambition.