Son-in-law's Counterattack

When everything had been arranged by the elders, I was then sent to a large courtyard called Qianyang Palace by the old man.    

    

This Qianyang Palace is almost the same as Lee Qinghao's, not only is the terrain superior, it also has the demeanor of a royal palace. There are hundreds of servants of the Lee Family leading me, as though they are part of an ancient royal family.    

    

However, I don't really like this feeling of feudalism. I simply ordered the servants to do their own work. If there's nothing important, you don't have to look for me.    

    

The next day, due to the murder of the three Noble Heir's, a memorial was held in the Lee Family ancestral hall, which was held for the dead. No outsiders were allowed to attend, as they were all loyal relatives of the Lee Family.    

    

When Ning Hsing and I arrived at the scene, there were cries everywhere and the atmosphere was extremely depressing.    

    

The three corpses of Noble Heir were covered in a crystal coffin. Among them, Lee Ji's death was the most miserable. That crushed face of his could not be repaired no matter how hard he tried, and was badly mutilated.    

    

"Ji'er!" Lee Qinghao sobbed silently as he laid beside the coffin. The four elders beside him could not pull him up no matter how hard they tried.    

    

Sighing lightly, Ning Hsing and I walked inside and received the three sticks of incense from others. We bowed deeply to the three Noble Heir's photos and the corpses.    

    

After inserting the incense into the fire, I felt a lot of emotions. In the end, I was still an elder brother, so no matter how we fought, we were still family. And the death of Lee Ji and the other two Noble Heir was indirectly related to me.    

    

My original intention had never wanted Lee Ji to die, but it was a pity that with the sudden appearance of the green dragon, everything happened too suddenly and caught everyone off guard.    

    

Raising my head, I stare at Lee Ji's black-and-white photo. Lee Qinghao's wails sound beside my ear. My heart is inexplicably sad.    

    

Lee Qinghao was willing to do anything for Lee Ji, but he ended up with such a miserable ending.    

    

The father who loves his son dearly, the white-haired man gives away the black-haired man, and everything he does has no meaning.    

    

The hearts of all the parents of the world … in truth, isn't my father the same?    

    

I slowly turned my face to the side, looked at Lee Qinghao, and said, "My condolences."    

    

"Lee Shaobai, you still dare to come!?" All of this is because of you father and son, I will never let you off! " Lee Qinghao suddenly looked up. His eyes were bloodshot and filled with a murderous look.    

    

He clasped his hands, bowed, and said, "The sage is already dead. If you want to blame me, I have nothing to say. After all, the death of the three Noble Heir is related to me. However, the real culprit is not me, but the Azure Dragon."    

    

"What's the use of saying all this? Can you kill the Azure Dragon? You are the main culprit. I will never forget the hatred for Ji'er. " Lee Qinghao no longer leaned on the coffin. He stood up straighter and his killing intent became even stronger.    

    

At this moment, no one loyal to the Lee Family dared to interrupt.    

    

The old man let out a deep sigh and said, "Qinghao, don't be blinded by hatred. The real enemy should be the Azure Dragon."    

    

"Lordmaster, even you are on their side? It's too biased, so no matter what, everything I've done for the Lee Family, is it possible that it's never worth it for you to remember? "Could it be that Ji Er died in vain?" Lee Qinghao waved his sleeves in anger as his eyes turned red.    

    

The old man's expression was bitter as he explained, "That won't happen, Ji'er won't die in vain. We will definitely take revenge for this, but not now."    

    

"Revenge?" What would he use to report? What kind of person was the Azure Dragon? Nameless, that coward, doesn't dare to show his face. In my opinion, three years later, he might not even appear. Furthermore, from start to finish, the Azure Dragon came for Lee Shaobai. I've already advised you before, why didn't you listen to me? " Lee Qinghao was filled with hatred, as if he had aged a decade in an instant. His expression was filled with deep sorrow.    

    

The old man was speechless …    

    

"Qinghao, I grew up with you. I don't want you to have any hatred left, not even if you're the spirit of Gill, and I don't want to see you like this." "I don't want to see you like this," Lee Qinghao said.    

    

In the end, Lee Qinghao got rid of my mom's hand, shook his head and said, "No! What Ji'er wants me to do the most is to take revenge! No matter what, I have to take revenge! "    

    

My mom gritted her teeth, "Qinghao, can you calm down?"    

    

"Calm down? How can I be calm? "My son is dead. Tell me, how am I to calm down?!" Lee Qinghao shouted and his voice echoed throughout the ancestral hall.    

    

When his mother heard this, she shot a look at the old man from afar.    

    

The old man nodded to himself and immediately pulled Ning Hsing and me out.    

    

Coming outside, the old man held onto his walking stick and looked at the dark clouds in the sky, he sighed: "Shaobai, it's better if you don't go in. Qinghao is in pain right now …" If it was anyone else, they would definitely not be able to calm down. "    

    

"I know. In the end, this enmity is still the Azure Dragon." I made a fist.    

    

A tinge of grief appeared in the old man's eyes as he said, "I was the one who watched Ji'er grow up …" I don't want Qinghao to have only hatred left, and how we reconcile the differences will depend on your intelligence. Qinghao might do everything he can for Lee Ji, but everything he has done is for Lee Ji, in fact, Qinghao's heart may not be bad. "    

    

"I understand, the old man does not wish for the Lee Family to become chaotic again." I nodded my head heavily.    

    

"Just wait outside. When we enter the tomb, you come back, so be careful not to have any conflicts with Qinghao right now, because I'm afraid that he might get angry from embarrassment and do something unusual. Then, he'll use the Lee Family, and we'll … They're all one family. " The old tutor sighed as he turned to walk back.    

    

After the old man left, I led Ning Hsing out of the ancestral hall and sat down under a tree.    

    

"I think that Lee Qinghao would find it hard to accept the fact that Lee Ji died. With his current position in the Lee Family, even if he's not the Patriarch, he shouldn't be too far from being the Patriarch. He can totally contend with you, unless the Old Master stops him." Ning Hsing said.    

    

"After this, Lee Qinghao's hatred towards me will only get deeper and deeper. I might not be able to do what the old gramps told me. After all, it's a hatred for the murder of my son." I lit a cigarette and puffed on it.    

    

Ning Hsing knew that my emotions were very complicated so she didn't take the cigarette away. She frowned and said, "This way, not only will you have to face Faang Dao, you'll also have to face Lee Qinghao's hysterical madness. With his unscrupulous personality, he definitely won't let it go."    

    

"No, I still decide to give it a try. It's as the old gramps said, no matter how much we struggle, we are still family. More importantly, if the past goes on for a long time, Lee Family will only decline." I slowly stood up and stared at the entrance to the ancestral hall.    

    

The door opened, and their line of sight went straight inside. Lee Qinghao was crying on the coffin, as if he had noticed my gaze. He couldn't help but turn his head, glaring back at me from a distance.    

    

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