The most romantic little emperor

Chapter 358 Are You So Expecting My Death?

Dong Sicheng stepped into the mansion with a heavy heart, but the scene in front of him shocked him. His eldest son, Dong Wenwu, had returned. The surprise of meeting him suddenly came to his mind, making him very happy.

Dong Wenwu glanced at Dong Sicheng, a cold smile appeared on his lips, but his voice was a bit teasing: "Old man, if you don't come back, I'm leaving."

"Wenwu, how dare you talk to me like that? People who don't know the truth would think you are my father!" Dong Sicheng couldn't help but laugh and scold when he heard that. Although there was blame in his words, his face was full of a doting smile, and it was obvious that he didn't take Dong Wenwu's words to heart.

Dong Wenwu raised his eyebrows, showing a trace of disdain and even a hint of displeasure on his face. He said impatiently: "If you have something to say, just say it. If you have something to say, just fart. I'm still busy. If you don't say anything, I'm really going to leave."

Upon seeing this, Dong Sicheng immediately restrained his outspoken nature and became cautious.

It was strange to say that the father and son of the Dong family were originally well-known for their loving father and filial son, and the atmosphere at home was harmonious. However, since the moment Dong Sicheng decided to marry Dong Meier into the Eastern Palace as a concubine, the relationship between the two took a sharp turn for the worse.

After a fierce quarrel, Dong Wenwu rarely stepped into the mansion again, as if this house was no longer his home. He once said in a resounding voice: "How can a woman from my Dong family be a mistress to someone else? Even if he is the prince!"

These words, like a thorn, pierced deeply into Dong Sicheng's heart.

Dong Sicheng knew very well that it was his decision that made the relationship between father and son so tense. He originally thought that marrying his daughter to the prince would seek a better future for the Dong family, but he did not expect that this would become the fuse for the breakdown of their relationship.

Whenever he thought of this incident, Dong Sicheng couldn't suppress his inner regret and heartache. He looked at Dong Wenwu deeply, his eyes full of helplessness and complicated emotions, sighed, and a bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Wenwu," he called softly, with a tone of compromise, "The late emperor has passed away, and the crown prince has now inherited the throne. Your sister's status will also rise. Now you understand your father's good intentions, don't resent me anymore, okay?"

Dong Wenwu heard this, a trace of disdain and ridicule flashed in his eyes, and he snorted coldly: "Isn't it natural for the prince to succeed to the throne? If you really have such great ability, let Mei'er become the queen! Otherwise, even if you die, I will not forgive you!"

Dong Sicheng's face darkened when he heard this. He frowned and said in dissatisfaction, "Asshole! How can you talk to your father like this? Are you really looking forward to my death?"

"If you just want to talk nonsense to me, then I don't think there is any need for us to continue talking." Dong Wenwu slowly stood up and said coldly. There was a hint of determination in his expression, as if he was ready to leave at any time.

"Stop right there!" Dong Sicheng shouted angrily, his voice full of threats, "If you dare to step out of this room, don't blame me for really not recognizing you as my son!"

Dong Wenwu paused slightly, but only for a moment, then he took firm steps again, as if he did not take Dong Sicheng's threat seriously.

Dong Sicheng looked at his son's back, and an indescribable anger surged in his heart. He loved and hated this son, but he was helpless. He knew that he could not restrain Dong Wenwu's heart with simple threats, and he only hoped to use Mei'er to hold back his rebellious heart.

He sighed softly, his voice full of fatigue and helplessness: "Neither of you two siblings can make me worry less. Your sister and Qin Feng are still entangled, and even bold enough to do something that deceives the emperor. Are you really not going to intervene?"

Dong Wenwu paused, turned around slowly, frowned, and a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes: "Don't worry about this matter. I will find a chance to teach Qin Feng, the little bastard, a lesson, send him back to his fiefdom, and make him never dare to set foot in the capital again."

Dong Sicheng shook his head slightly, sighing a little more heavily: "Alas, do you think this can solve the problem? Qin Feng and Qin Yun have both come to me, they want me to stand on their side. Even Mei'er wants me to support your cousin Qin Feng in his fight for the throne. The complexity of this matter cannot be easily resolved with just a few words from you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he walked towards the desk. After searching for a while, he held a few letters in his hand, turned to face Dong Wenwu, and said in a heavy tone: "Come and take a look at these letters to see what good things your good sister has done."

Dong Wenwu's heart tightened, and an ominous premonition surged into his heart like a tide. He walked quickly to the desk, snatched the letter from Dong Sicheng's hand, glanced at it quickly, and his face turned pale in an instant.

He sat down quietly, reading the contents of the letter word by word, as if every word was like a needle piercing his heart and making him feel dizzy.

After a long time, he finished reading the letter. He looked up at Dong Sicheng, his eyes full of anger and disappointment: "How could my sister be so foolish! If Qin Hao knew about this, how could he let Mei'er go? Wouldn't my Dong family also suffer a catastrophic disaster? How could she be so bold and reckless? It's simply nonsense. No, we must not indulge her to continue like this, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous!"

Dong Sicheng looked at Dong Wenwu thoughtfully, with a complicated look on his face, as if to say, "Aren't you just as disobedient as her?"

Dong Wenwu seemed to sense Dong Sicheng's sharp gaze. He slowly raised his head and asked softly, "So, how do you plan to deal with this matter? What role do you need me to play?"

Dong Sicheng was relieved to see Dong Wenwu's attitude soften. He nodded slightly and whispered, "Now that the prince has taken the throne, the overall situation has been decided. Our Dong family must not take the risk of getting involved in the battle for the throne between Qin Hao and the brothers Qin Feng and Qin Yun. The risk is too great and it is not in the long-term interests of our family."

Upon hearing this, Dong Wenwu nodded silently to show his agreement.

Seeing that his son had accepted his opinion, Dong Sicheng continued, "Now, the crux of the problem lies with your sister. We must make her completely cut off contact with Qin Feng, even the slightest thought in her heart. She doesn't seem to listen to me now, and I'm afraid that she will agree with me, but secretly contact Qin Feng again."