Imprisoning the Black Moonlight

Mrs. Mo was so frightened by Jin Jin that she twisted her ankle and sat down on a chair by the lake to rest. When Dasen brought Xiaobai over, his face turned green with fright. He didn't know why Mrs. Mo would bring people to the main building.

Yao Gongyue gave Dasen a wink, signaling Xiaobai to take the women away. As they left, the girl named Nina gave her a look that was both direct and meaningful.

Xiao Bai returned indignantly, complaining that Madam Mo didn't have the guts to openly put women into the manor, so she did all sorts of sneaky things, and even fantasized that the woman named Nina could become the mistress of the manor, and encouraged her to go to Phnom Penh to seduce Mr. Mo.

Fortunately, the woman named Nina was smart enough to say that she wouldn't dare, and that it would be better to start by being friends.

Although Yao Gongyue didn't care much about what she heard, she was still curious as to why everyone was afraid of Hong Jin.

As night gradually enveloped the surroundings, the damp evening breeze of the Indochina Peninsula swayed the smooth skirts of the young girls by the lake.

"Young Madam, it's getting dark, let's go back!" Xiaobai cautiously reminded Yao Gongyue, who was sitting silently by the lake.

"Xiaobai, do you know Hong Jin?" the girl gazing at the distant mountains asked softly.

The maid shook her head. "I didn't even have the right to enter the main building before, and I've never even seen the master."

"Then why are you afraid of him?"

"Because he is the Master, the Crown Prince Jin, the future Prime Minister. Who wouldn't be afraid of him? It's not just us servants who are afraid. Even Madam Mo, the Second Young Master, and the Young Master are afraid of the Master. In the entire J country, I'm afraid that apart from the former Prime Minister and the Prime Minister, no one is not afraid of the Master."

The young servants couldn't give a specific reason, but their cognitive barriers instilled in them a natural awe of the ruling class. They had never even considered the idea of ​​equality for all. How could they possibly be equal to the nobility? It was simply inconceivable.

"But he's not some kind of demon or monster, so what's there to be afraid of?"

“Young Madam, you haven’t seen what the master really looks like when he gets angry.” Xiao Bai swallowed. “I haven’t either, but I heard Butler Dassen say that there was a spy case where the people who were arrested refused to talk no matter what. The master had just returned from military service at the time. He was in the interrogation room for a day and a night. When he came out, they all confessed. After the confessions were recorded, he was shot.”

On another occasion, the daughter of a high-ranking official tried to climb into the master's bed. However, as soon as she got close to the bed, she was bitten by a snake under the master's bed. The master then drugged the woman and made the whole family watch her being violated. In the end, the woman committed suicide.

......"

Xiaobai kept talking about the rumors she had heard from others about how ruthless and cruel Hong Jin was. Or perhaps, those weren't just rumors; she knew better than anyone that Hong Jin was capable of doing those things.

The Hong Jin that others see and the Hong Jin that she sees are two completely different people. Both are him, yet neither is him. He is too torn, too multifaceted, and too unpredictable.

A cool breeze from the lake awakened her thoughts. "Let's go back!" Yao Gongyue pulled her shawl tighter around her shoulders and left with a heavy heart.

Hong Jin, as many people fear you, just as many rely on you, even racking their brains to try and get on your good side, including your mother. Even if, as you say, you are strong enough, strong enough to exceed my comprehension, so what?

If you stand too high and carry too much on your shoulders, your life is destined to be anything but smooth sailing.

I'm just an ordinary girl, I've never seen such a big world, I don't have such big ambitions, my biggest wish in life is just to have a good job, marry a good man, and live a simple life with three meals a day and four seasons. In the end, we are not from the same world. Forcing me to stay is just making a mistake on top of a mistake.

……

The study at the Prime Minister's official residence in Phnom Penh.

boom!

The teacup was thrown violently, and the man who had just entered nimbly dodged it by turning his head, sending it crashing directly into the heavy door behind him.

"Father!" The unruly son clasped his hands together, his face expressionless. No matter how arrogant he was, he still had to restrain his sharpness in front of his father.

"Is the eldest son finished with his work? He's finally deigned to come see me?" Hong Sangneng raised his thick eyebrows and stared at his audacious eldest son with fierce eyes.

"My wife is too frightened, so I have to be patient with my son!" Hong Jin curled his lips into a wicked smile, no longer concealing his intentions.

"No more hiding it?"

“Look at what Father is saying. My Yuebao is a beauty of unparalleled grace, and we should keep her hidden.” The son stepped across and sat down opposite his father, speaking in a deep voice, “However, I won’t let this interfere with important matters. Father, you can’t go back on your promise to let me take action.”

Hong Sang could be too lazy to care whether his rebellious son was arguing about women or the bigger picture, but the conflict in Phnom Penh last time forced him to admit that sometimes, his son's iron fist was much more effective than his gentle approach.

"Yes, go ahead, but don't overdo it. After all, the Hong family is in the eye of the storm, has made too many enemies, and will be politically isolated in the future." He hadn't had a proper rest for several days. Only when his son returned safely did his tense nerves relax. Rubbing his temples, he said wearily, "Ah Jin, what happened last time can't happen again. If you don't want me to take action, you'll have to show me what you're capable of, understand?"

“Father, I will definitely take care of the family matters that are my responsibility. But Yuebao, no one can touch her, whether it is you, grandfather, or anyone else. If anyone dares to touch my precious child, I will tear out their lungs.”

The scoundrel son's eyebrows were raised sharply, his eyes filled with undisguised ferocity, giving him a thuggish appearance. Hong Sang gave him a disdainful look, speaking coldly.

"As long as you don't ruin the family, I can't be bothered with your mess. But those people outside are a different story. The Crown Prince's darling, there's something to be done about them, isn't there?"

Old ginger is spicier; a father's words are enough to send chills down the spine of his arrogant and unruly son.

Hong Jinrui looked at his father with a deep gaze, his expression suggestive, "You mean..."

Walls have ears, and there was an unspoken understanding between father and son. Their eyes met, and they understood each other without saying a word.

"Be quick, be accurate, and don't let any slip through the net." Hong Sangneng raised his eyes, finished speaking, got up and left. As he passed by him, he patted him on the shoulder. "It's not a good thing for a man at the pinnacle of power to become cunning. Don't expect me to pave the way for you. I've already fallen myself. It's up to you now, son!"

After his father left, Hong Jin sat there for a long time, smoking one cigarette after another, his mind in turmoil.

Back then, that woman surnamed Bai was taken away by Hagnu because of my father's negligence, and my father regretted it for the rest of his life.

Now, I almost fell into Hagnu's hands myself. Yuebao was kidnapped by him. Luckily, Yuebao is smart but has no conscience, and luckily I'm ruthless enough, otherwise...

No, the Hong family cannot suffer the same loss for two generations.

He stubbed out his cigarette, took out his phone, and dialed Wu Meng's number.

"Ah Jin, why are you calling me instead of investigating the traitor's murder in Phnom Penh?" Wu Meng's drunken voice was hoarse and broken.

"Ah Meng, pull yourself together. You have no right to fall. She's just a woman." Hong Jin frowned, looking down on his good brother's dramatic display of grief.

"You make it sound so easy. It's not like your wife ran away while pregnant. It's easy for you to talk when you're not in her shoes."

"If you really can't let go, then hurry up and push your father to the top, then go to China to pursue him. What kind of man are you, spending your days learning from those cowards and drowning your sorrows in alcohol?"

"Chase her? What am I supposed to do with that? She doesn't care about me, she hates me to death. If I go to China, I probably won't even see her. I can't exactly go and snatch her with a gun, can I? This is China, not Southeast Asia, a place where you can't even get on a bus with a knife. With my identity, I'll be on the police's radar as soon as I get off the plane. Ah Jin, I'm so damn frustrated, so incredibly frustrated..."

The once fearless and invincible soldier was now crying like a dog on the phone.

"Ah Meng, cooperate with me. Once we kill Little Hagnu, I'll figure out a way to get you to China to find her!"