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Chapter 1801 Reincarnation

Mold base.

This place seems to have become the second home of the Fujiwara clan head.

just kidding.

However, he comes here much more frequently than to his ancestral home.

Of course.

What are the duties of the celestial soldiers and generals stationed at the mold base?
Protect the lives and property of the people of Japan!

Ok.

Safety.

So where else can you feel safer than here?

"Chief Fujiwara, I have a question in my mind, but I don't know if I should ask it."

If the Fujiwara clan head was a dragon among men, then the one he visited was clearly a god descended from heaven.

Regardless of image, temperament, or even aura.

Suppressing them from all sides.

So much so that even someone like Fujiwara Takuno, who stands at the pinnacle of a nation, was overshadowed in the same frame.

"If you say so, Tuoye will definitely tell you everything he knows without reservation."

"How exactly did the old clan chief die? Was it really your sister who killed him?"

Fujiwara Takuno's temples throbbed, and upon hearing the question, his molars rubbed together involuntarily.

One wrong step and the whole game is lost.

It's not that he wasn't ruthless enough.

As the rightful first heir, with his father seriously ill and his death imminent, who would want to cause any trouble?
Just wait patiently for your ascension to the throne and your coronation.

But the result has left him with regrets to this day.

He underestimated the wickedness of women.

—The wickedness of two women.

"Absolutely true!"

Fujiwara Takuno forced out his voice through clenched teeth, "I saw it with my own eyes."

"Then I don't quite understand."

The white man with brilliant blond hair looked at him questioningly and said softly, "In Japan, men are traditionally respected. Why doesn't your mother help her son but instead helps her daughter?"

This is a very insightful question.

It is truly difficult to understand using normal thinking.

"I'm still confused about this issue. I never imagined my mother would betray me, which is why I fell into her trap."

The explanation given by the Fujiwara clan head was, to some extent, impeccable.

Don't wash your dirty linen in public.

Some things are destined to be unspeakable.

"Has Lady Fujiwara now seen the error of her ways?"

"Mothers had no choice."

Fujiwara Takuno's face was grim. "My sister is far too arrogant. She doesn't respect anyone at all. I don't know how she bewitched Mother, but her actions have driven Mother to a dead end. I will always believe that the family's interests are Mother's top priority."

"The filial piety of the Fujiwara clan chief is truly admirable. Even though the lady framed you, you did not hold a grudge."

"Of all virtues, filial piety is the most important. A mother may not care about her son, but a son cannot disown his mother."

Deeply moving.

How bad could someone who is so filial be?
Doing business with a filial son is completely worry-free.

The handsome, blond white man nodded, seemingly expressing genuine appreciation for the other person's character.

"So, that child really is an illegitimate child."

"I can assure you!"

Without hesitation, Fujiwara Takuno declared decisively, "That's a bastard, definitely not of royal blood!"

"Of course I trust the Fujiwara clan chief's judgment, but judgments can be wrong. What if things don't turn out the way the Fujiwara clan chief imagined..."

"I am willing to take full responsibility."

Fujiwara Takuno's voice was like a nail, carrying a desperate madness: "If I'm wrong, I'll commit seppuku to atone for it!"

A man who is not ruthless is no true hero.

He has now finally come to a profound understanding of this Chinese proverb.

He had suffered a crushing defeat before.

This time, the opportunity has come again, and he must seize it and win back everything he has lost!
"Eh."

Takuno Fujiwara, his emotions running high, composed himself and took a deep breath. "Why are you sighing?" "I was just thinking, that guy, he's really lucky with women."

"..."

Fujiwara Takuno's pupils contracted slightly. It's inevitable to feel guilty when you're doing something wrong. He suddenly felt a little uneasy and suspected that the other party's words had a hidden meaning.

The current predicament, in essence, is not so much due to the wickedness of women, but rather to our own evil desires.

No one is born a wicked woman; they are all forced into it step by step.

If he were truly a kind and gentle elder brother, a dutiful and respectful eldest son, would all of this have happened?
in contrast.

With the whole family working together, Japan will surely be his domain.

"Oh."

Fujiwara Takuno remained silent, while the blond, white, handsome man smiled, realizing that discussing such topics in front of the man's older brother was somewhat inappropriate.

of course.

Their status speaks for itself.

An apology isn't necessary.

He remarked with feeling, "The Fujiwara clan chief's sister is indeed a rare beauty in the world; there are probably only a handful of women who can compare to her."

“Miss Cynthia is the most beautiful woman in the world that Takuno has ever seen.”

Upon hearing this name, a gentle light unconsciously appeared on the face of the handsome, almost godlike white man. He looked at Fujiwara Takuno, nodded, and his tone became more amiable.
"Good taste."

A single sentence instantly narrowed the gap between the two sides.

Fujiwara Takuno smiled at just the right moment. For men to get along, besides having the same interests, they also need to have the same taste.

"I have never seen such dreamy silver hair, like a dazzling galaxy."

Now that we've found the client's "G-spot," what should we do?
We should definitely strike while the iron is hot.

Fujiwara Takuno continued, glancing at the other person's hair, "And your hair is like the sun, the sun and moon shining together, a match made in heaven."

Because of the excessive eagerness, the flattery was too obvious and the level of skill was not high, but what does it matter?
The purpose of flattery is simply to make people happy; as long as this goal is achieved, the level of skill is not important.

The blond, white man seemed unaccustomed to flattery; he was actually flattered and beamed with joy by such crude praise.

"I thought I was the only one who felt this way."

He's quite humorous too.

Or.

Quite arrogant.

Also.

What level is it?

Standing atop the clouds of this planet, how could such a person not be arrogant?

As if he had thought of something, Fujiwara Takuno's smile suddenly faded, and he looked troubled, glancing at the smug other person, hesitant to speak.

"Does the Fujiwara clan chief have something to say?"

"Hmm... I'm not sure if I should say this or not."

Why does that sound familiar?

The handsome white man laughed heartily and said, "Go ahead."

Fujiwara Takuno didn't hesitate and immediately said, "When I went to visit Miss Cynthia, I happened to run into Jiang Chen. The way he looked at Miss Cynthia..."

"Eyes? What eyes?"

Fujiwara Takuno hesitated for a moment, but ultimately chose to be honest, saying, "The way he looked at Miss Cynthia was ill-intentioned."

With ill intentions.

This word is used rather cryptically.

However, since we are all men, we can understand.

If Boss Jiang were here, he would definitely feel a chill run down his spine.

Oops.

It was discovered.

No.

When he first met Cynthia, he acted very gentlemanly, like a true gentleman from the East.

Isn't this slander?

The handsome white man with hair the color of the sun maintained his natural curves, but a sharp glint flashed in his eyes.