bioinnovel Chapter 167 Let's dig a hole and bury it.
Chapter 167 Let's dig a hole and bury it.
Gu Yan: "Do you hate your brother?"
Dugu Yun: "I hate him, I hate that bastard so much."
"If you became emperor, would you still hate him?" Gu Yan asked.
Dugu Yun fell silent.
"If Senior Ye Li were to pass the throne to you now, what would you want to do after you become the emperor of the Tianyin Empire?" Gu Yan asked again.
A look of bewilderment crossed Dugu Yun's purple eyes. What was he supposed to do now that he was emperor? He hadn't thought about it at all. Why did he want to be emperor?
Because he was used to competing with his brother for everything, and he had never succeeded in doing so, he always longed for it. In the end, he didn't actually want to be emperor; he was just competing with his brother and his father.
"Senior Yun, your brother is dead, but you are still alive. You have already won," Gu Yan said.
The silver-haired, purple-eyed boy lowered his head and murmured:
"I won? I won? Did I really win? Did I really win? That guy just died like that. I only left home for a short while, and when I came back he was dead. What a useless bastard, dying so easily. Bastard, bastard..."
As he spoke, he didn't know why tears welled up in his eyes, and many fragments of his childhood flooded into his mind.
He remembered how his elder brother would carry him joyfully through the palace courtyard when he was still unsteady on his feet; he remembered the first gift his brother had given him, a jade bell that jingled as it hung around his waist; he remembered how he would drag his brother along to skip class and sneak out of the palace to play; he remembered how his brother would take the blame for him when he got into trouble…
He remembered many, many things.
When did their relationship deteriorate?
It was probably when those sounds entered my ears.
"The Second Prince's personality is truly awful. Fortunately, His Majesty favors the First Prince more, otherwise we would be in deep trouble."
"Why is the Second Prince so unruly, even though they are born of the same mother? The First Prince is much better."
"The First Prince has taken the blame for the Second Prince again. The Second Prince is such a troublemaker."
"I don't want to serve the Second Prince. It would be so much better if I were transferred to serve the First Prince."
"Why can't you learn from your elder brother and make things easier for Mother?"
"Why are you still so childish? You're not a child anymore. Your elder brother is doing so much better!"
"How could I have given birth to a debt collector like you?"
"I don't want to see you."
As he listened, his relationship with his elder brother was torn apart, and he embarked on a path of rebellion from which there was no turning back. He clashed with his brother, and he tried every possible way to give his parents headaches. He was happy when he saw them all change their expressions.
His rebellious phase lasted longer than anyone else's; millions of years have passed, and he remains stuck in the past. Everything has changed, but his heart remains the same.
He always felt that his elder brother had taken everything from him: his parents' love, the trust of his officials, the love and support of his people, and the throne.
He ran away from home in a fit of pique and stayed away for over five million years. No one came looking for him. They really didn't care about him. They were too happy to come looking for him.
While on the endless sea, he imagined countless scenarios of returning to the Tianyin Empire, but he never expected that his annoying elder brother was already dead.
He actually died.
"Who would have beaten him like that? That jerk is such a loser, dying so easily..." The silver-haired boy sobbed, cursing between sobs, "Bastard, useless bastard, he died without me knowing! Useless trash, useless brother, waaaaah..."
Gu Yan looked at the little boy who was millions of years old, reached out and touched his head, "Don't be sad, you still have your father."
"Who's sad? That jerk deserved to die! He deserved to die! That useless jerk! I knew he was a piece of trash, an incompetent good-for-nothing! Father, I don't want Father anymore! Waaaaah..."
"Okay, okay, if you don't want it, then don't."
"He dumped me first, and he hasn't come looking for me for millions of years! Bastard, bastard!!"
"Okay, okay, he's an idiot."
"He's always disliked me, he's biased, waaaaah... Mother is biased too, they're all biased..."
Gu Yan looked at Dugu Yun, who was crying his eyes out, and thought to himself, "Who could tell that this guy is millions of years old and even has grandchildren? The world is truly full of wonders."
Gu Yan nodded in agreement with Dugu Yun, saying, "They're all biased, they're all biased."
The silver-haired little boy glared at Gu Yan with his red, tear-filled eyes: "You're being unfair too."
Gu Yan: "..."
What does this have to do with him?
We were talking about your family's affairs, how did it get involved with him?
"You're biased towards your little brat." Dugu Yun glared at Gu Yan, her chubby little face puffed up, with tear stains still on her face.
Gu Yan paused for two seconds before realizing that the "little devil" he was referring to was Dugu Xun.
"I didn't," Gu Yan said.
"You have it."
"I don't."
"Yes, there is."
Gu Yan: "Okay, I have it."
"You admit it."
"Yes, I admit it."
Then, the pretty little boy burst into tears again, his tears flowing like a tap that had been turned on.
"You're all biased! You're all biased! Waaah..."
Gu Yan looked at Dugu Yun, who was wailing loudly, and her temples throbbed. She thought to herself: Senior Dugu Yeli, you really have it tough.
Gu Yan watched Dugu Yun cry from the side. Dugu Yun cried and then said with dissatisfaction, "Why don't you comfort me?"
Gu Yan: "Okay, okay, I've comforted you. Don't cry, okay?"
"So fake, waaaaaah..."
Gu Yan: "..."
They're so hard to please.
"Senior Yun, stop crying. It's no use crying anymore. Your brother won't come back to life."
"Who wants him to come back to life? It would be better if he were dead."
"Okay, okay."
Gu Yan handed Dugu Yun another handkerchief. Dugu Yun grabbed the handkerchief, blew his nose again, and threw the handkerchief aside. He finally stopped crying.
But his eyes were still red. He raised his little face, looked at Gu Yan, and asked softly, "I'm so sad, aren't you going to hug me?"
"Senior, you're not young anymore," Gu Yan said with a stern face.
The silver-haired boy gazed at Gu Yan's exquisite face, reached out his chubby little hand and tugged at his sleeve. A mischievous smile, inappropriate for his age, appeared on his innocent face: "Then how about...we...we do something grown-up? Stay with me tonight?"
He touched Gu Yan's hand.
Gu Yan's fist hardened.
With a loud bang, a large crater appeared in the ground, and inside the crater was a silver-haired boy lying prostrate on the ground.
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Outside the palace, Dugu Xun had been waiting impatiently for a long time. Suddenly, he sensed a disturbance coming from inside. He was about to rush in when he saw the barrier open a crack, and Gu Yan, dressed in flowing white robes, walked out from inside.
Dugu asked, "Where is my grandfather? How is he?"
Gu Yan smiled brightly: "Go bury him."
Dugu Xun: "...??"