Father, who is both a heir and a descendant, is still biased; the bound system has gone berserk.

The hall was silent, everyone lowered their eyes and focused their attention, only the little eunuch said: "Normally speaking, a task like escorting grain to the southwest border would not be assigned to a sixth-rank official."

But, of all people, your Northern Xuan Emperor did just that.

Because Meng Zhenzhong was the unsung escort officer.

On the surface, the imperial city administration and the Ministry of Revenue officials were escorting them together.

But all they were transporting were cartloads of straw.

Who would have thought that the real grain supplies would be entrusted to a sixth-rank steward?

The fake grain supplies that were publicly acknowledged were transported via official roads, while Meng Zhenzhong secretly took mountain paths.

I overheard this secret by chance and then passed it on to Xilin.

Then, Xilin split his troops into two groups, ostensibly to launch a feigned attack on the fake grain supplies.

Secretly, it was our Xilin's mobs who went to ambush and kill Meng Zhenzhong.

The spy sent to ambush and kill Meng Zhenzhong was from the Meng family.

It was Meng Huaran and Meng Zhenxiao who joined forces to kill Meng Zhenzhong and seize the grain.

I heard that when Meng Zhenzhong's body was found, his death was gruesome. His tendons in his hands and feet had been severed, his tongue had been cut off, his ears had been stabbed, and his chest had been shredded by a sharp blade.

But one pair of eyes remained wide open, defiantly staring, bloodshot and red.

The young eunuch looked at Meng Huaran and his son Meng Zhenxiao with a sigh as he finished speaking.

"I really can't believe that a father and his own brother could be so ruthless. I wonder what Meng Zhenzhong was thinking when he died."

Meng Wanli only knew that her father had been killed, but she never knew that his death was so gruesome.

Her eyes were bloodshot as she glared at Meng Huaran and Meng Zhenxiao, filled with such resentment that she wished she could tear their flesh and bones apart and swallow them whole.

When the young eunuch recounted the events of that year, the scene that Meng Huaran had desperately tried to forget but which appeared in his dreams day and night, surged into his mind like a tsunami.

He felt dizzy, his body swayed violently, and he fell headfirst to the ground.

His face hit the ground, and blood gushed from his nose, covering half of his face, making him look terrifying.

His eyes widened, tears streaming down his face, but he shouted, "It wasn't me! Don't come any closer, it wasn't me!"

"So it was you, Lord Meng? You dared to kill and torture your own child, but you don't dare to admit it?" The little eunuch chuckled maliciously, looking at him with a gloating expression.

Meng Huaran trembled all over, "It wasn't me, it wasn't me, it was him, it was him—"

Meng Huaran suddenly sat up, staring intently at Meng Zhenxiao.

"He tortured and killed his own brother. By the time I found out, it was too late. I had no choice but to end Zhenzhong's suffering."

"I'm doing all this for Zhenzhong's own good, yes, all for his own good, but how come he still comes to haunt me every day, demanding my life?"

Meng Huaran completely lost her composure, clutching her head and screaming, "Ahhh—"

Meng Zhenxiao was stunned for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter. His eyes were filled with madness as he pointed at Meng Huaran, "This is too funny, Father!"

"Father, how can you pin everything on me? Didn't you tell me to sever my elder brother's tendons?"

"You're talking nonsense! I just want to cripple him so I can save his life!" Meng Huaran's eyes were bloodshot, and he was panting heavily.

Meng Zhenxiao smiled strangely: "Really? But what if we pull out his tongue?"

"That's because...because he actually insulted me, his father!"

"Good, Father, you are truly our good father. But who was it that personally tore his chest apart?"

"At that time, blood splattered all over your face, Father. I'm very curious, what was the temperature of my elder brother's blood?"

"Ah—" Meng Huaran suddenly let out a shrill scream and charged at Meng Zhenxiao like a madman.

Meng Zhenxiao was knocked to the ground, but he was still smiling. "Father, you were thinking back then, if you could be so cruel as to torture and kill my elder brother, would you do the same to me one day?"

From that moment on, I knew that you were—worse than a beast!

"Ahhh, Meng Zhenxiao, I'll kill you!" Meng Huaran kept swinging the iron chains on Meng Zhenxiao's hands, trying to kill him.

Qianyu Army stepped forward and pulled him away.

Meng Huaran was panting heavily. "You've been jealous of your older brother since you were little. He's better than you in every way. If possible, he's the one I want to be the heir of the Meng family."

You know this, which is why you want him dead.

Don't think I don't know, you were happier than anyone else after your older brother died!

Meng Zhenxiao sneered, "I was jealous of him and wanted him dead, but the one who truly killed him was you, Father!"

The father and son, without using any truth-telling pills, actually revealed each other's shortcomings.

Behind them, the rest of the Meng family members were all pale-faced and terrified.

Meng Wanli couldn't bear to listen any longer. She pounded her head on the ground, her voice filled with anguish: "Your Majesty, I beg you to do justice for my father!"

She kept banging her forehead against the ground, the 'bang bang bang' sounds even more alarming than the mutual biting between the Meng father and son.

Emperor Cangxuan said, "Meng Wanli, please get up!"

Upon hearing this, Meng Wanli obediently stood up from the ground and stood obediently to the side.

Emperor Cangxuan lowered his eyes and said, "Meng Huaran, have you lived in peace for the past three years? Aren't you afraid that in the dead of night, Meng Zhenzhong, the soldiers escorting the grain supplies, and the hundreds of thousands of soldiers on the southwestern border will tear you to pieces?"

Meng Huaran looked up and stared blankly at Emperor Cangxuan.

Suddenly, he opened his mouth and screamed "Ah!" His limbs convulsed, and he fell straight to the ground, his eyes wide open, lifeless.

"Dead?" The crown prince's face showed slight displeasure. "He died far too easily."

Ying Yufu stepped forward and checked his pulse. "He's not quite dead yet."

Xiao Dian tilted his head. [Pah, this bastard can't just die like this. He's clever enough to take a fake death pill before coming.]

Just as Ying Yufu was about to reply, she heard the system voice in her mind.

[Ding! Please slap Meng Huaran in the face to cancel the effects of the fake death pill.]

Ying Yufu burst into laughter instantly.

[Host, hurry and buy a resurrection pill! The system is giving you a 50% discount! Originally 300 points, now only 100 points!]

Ying Yufu asked, "Xiao Dian, isn't a 50% discount 150 points?"

[Host, it's a double discount, so it's called a 50% discount.]

Ying Yufu had been good at accounting since she was a child, but this was the first time she had ever heard of such a method of calculation.

It seems the system harbors a great deal of resentment towards Meng Huaran.

[Purchase Resurrection Pills.]

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have successfully purchased a Resurrection Pill. The system has deducted 100 points.]

Having obtained the resurrection pill, Ying Yufu's eyes flashed with a hint of schadenfreude, and she directly stuffed it into Meng Huaran's mouth.

A few breaths later, Meng Huaran opened his mouth and let out a groan, then suddenly sat up. "I escaped alive?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he noticed the deathly silence in the air.

He looked up and saw that the scene was the same as before.

He is still inside the Hall of Diligent Governance.

Emperor Cangxuan clapped his hands and exclaimed, "Excellent!"

"Well done, Fu'er! Such a villain actually tried to fake his death to escape; he is utterly unforgivable!"

"Qianyu Army, drag him out and skin him alive right now!"