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“If we stay, the Jiang family will inevitably be drawn into this enormous, invisible vortex, becoming a sacrifice to be torn apart and devoured by various forces! What’s even more terrifying is…” A deep fear flashed in her eyes, “A common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime! The Jiang family’s millennia-long accumulation of wealth and prestige will become the most glaring target in this weak, newly formed nation, attracting the mad hatred and attacks of those overseas venomous snakes, and may even… repeat the bloody mistakes of hundreds of years ago, bringing about annihilation!”

“So,” Yan Yueqing’s voice lowered as she continued her mother’s unfinished words, carrying an almost suffocating heaviness and realization, “her great-grandmother, Jiang Man, at the most critical moment for the family, found the last treasure that her ancestors had buried deep in a dangerous place to avoid disaster. The Jiang family then took this last remaining spark, along with those family members who were willing to follow her and were unwilling to become fish or sacrifices in their homeland, and fled far away, crossing oceans to seek a glimmer of hope in unfamiliar lands.”

Jiang Yu smiled and shook her head: "Actually, these are just what we say to outsiders, and even to most of the Jiang family."

"Mother?"

"We can't bear to leave our homeland, but the real reason we insist on leaving is revenge!"

"revenge?"

Jiang Yu nodded: "Those who claimed to be descendants of the royal family scattered in all directions at the beginning of the founding of China. How much did they take with them? The culture was almost interrupted for hundreds of years under their care! Mountains of bones, names forgotten... The days of unbearable pain for our ancestors were quietly covered up by a few pages of history books..."

“Yueqing, as I said before, dynastic changes are common sense, but invasions and the brutal massacres of the people are worse than pigs and dogs! We have been oppressed like this for a hundred years, with literary inquisitions being rampant, leaving future generations without books to read, unable to even read... and even forced to be grateful to the court…”

"Until that dynasty was about to collapse, they easily absconded with the wealth. Do you know how terrifying that scene was? What they took away was not only real gold and silver, but more importantly, culture—five thousand years of history—given to foreigners. A small monastery produced hundreds of top scholars..."

Jiang Yu grew increasingly resentful as she spoke: "Those were things that belonged to us, but others took them and spread them around. We had to learn them on our knees, yet we still couldn't grasp their essence. The younger generation regards them as the truth, forgetting... where the real source was?"

“How could the Jiang family not hate them? Furthermore, the descendants of the royal family aren't fleeing at all; they've moved to another place to gather strength! Our ancestors knew they had ulterior motives and would return once the opportunity arose. Therefore—”

Yan Yueqing understood: "So... we followed them overseas in order to... find something on them?"

However, the Jiang family was not doing well at that time!
Three-quarters of his wealth had been donated, leaving only a quarter. Compared to those others, it was like throwing an egg against a rock... Even survival was precarious, let alone fighting against them.
Jiang Yu said calmly, but with an extremely firm tone: "Someone has to do this, doesn't someone?"

Yan Yueqing felt her hair stand on end.

Only now did she truly grasp the profound heaviness and heart-wrenching helplessness behind that decisive decision—it was gambling almost the entire present on a vague and uncertain future. Jiang Yu took a deep breath, gazing at the projection in front of her, as if the swirling nebula was reflecting the first twenty years of the Jiang family's life after they set foot on foreign soil, a period intertwined with blood and fire, filled with humiliation and struggle.

"Little Star, we set foot on this unfamiliar land with the only remaining ancestral treasure that our great-grandmother found, and with our clansmen who volunteered to follow us. We have no relatives or friends here, and no roots to rely on. But those executioners who fled before us, those executioners with the blood of their compatriots on their hands, those parasites who frantically plundered the accumulated wealth of our homeland over five thousand years, those self-proclaimed 'legitimate' remnants of the fallen royal family—they have already taken root here!"
They carried with them unimaginable wealth plundered from their homeland: mountains of gold and jewels, enough to buy the rarest antiques of a small country; even more terrifying were the rare books, timeless secret formulas, and even stolen artifacts from the dragon veins! This was the essence of five thousand years of civilization, the crystallization of wisdom and power, which they devoured like spoils.

Her fists clenched unconsciously, her knuckles turning white from the force. "These so-called 'exiled nobles' and 'remnants of the former dynasty' built magnificent palaces with their blood-stained wealth, adorning their crumbling 'respect' with plundered treasures. Here, they quickly formed alliances, weaving a vast and secretive power network, proclaiming themselves 'legitimate,' and viewing us newcomers as thorns in their side! What is the Jiang family in their eyes? Nothing more than stray dogs who escaped by sheer luck, 'lowly' Han Chinese blood, a potential threat to their 'restoration'!"

"When we first arrived, our strength was pitifully weak. Facing their enormous power, built up over five thousand years, we were like ants trying to shake a tree, or a mantis trying to stop a chariot. They gave us no chance to breathe at all. In business, they used their vast capital and intricate network of relationships to launch a comprehensive attack and suppression against us, including malicious acquisitions, cutting off raw material supplies, and spreading rumors... They did everything they could to try to completely expel or eliminate us."

Jiang Yu's gaze became distant and sorrowful, as if she had returned to that era of bloodshed and turmoil...

"For the first twenty years, every day was like dancing on a knife's edge, every step teetering on the edge of a precipice. The family business was on the verge of bankruptcy and liquidation several times, and core members were assassinated no less than a hundred times! I remember the most tragic one: a vital supply line that we had painstakingly established was ambushed by them in collusion with the local gangsters. Thirty-seven skilled members of the clan, including two uncles in their prime... none of them survived. They... they even hung the corpses up for public display, just to intimidate and humiliate them!"

Her voice choked with emotion; even decades later, the horrific scene remained an unhealed scar in her heart.

“Xiaoxing, back then we even had trouble getting enough to eat! In order to gain a little space to survive, and to keep the last spark of life alive, the people of our tribe went hungry and used the last bit of money they had saved to bribe, to grease palms, and to beg for a chance to live. Dignity? Pride? In the face of survival, they became the most luxurious things.”

Tears of humiliation welled up in Jiang Yu's eyes. "We guard the ancient texts of our ancestors, the memories of our homeland, and the indomitable spirit etched in our blood, but what we need even more is to survive!"

She took a deep breath, the heavy breath seeming to carry the weight of the entire family. "It was after repeatedly facing desperate situations and paying a heavy price, after watching the light of hope in the eyes of the younger generation dim little by little... that the Council of Elders made a painful but necessary decision—to embark on the path of marriage alliances."

The marriage alliance actually originated from this.

Yan Yueqing understood... (End of Chapter)