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Chapter 1309
Yu Sheng was rocked by this truth.
He regrets it and said: “It turns out that A Yue is my nephew.”
Thinking that he almost killed his nephew, Yu Sheng regretted his intestines at the moment.
Yu Chengqian suddenly knelt in front of the old lady, “Grandpa, you can punish me.”
Old Mrs. Yu and Yu Sheng both looked at Yu Chengqian strangely. In their eyes, Yu Chengqian is a person who works calmly and does not make mistakes.
“Cheng Qian, why do you say such a thing?”
The old lady vaguely felt that Yu Chengqian knew many things about A Yue.
Yu Chengqian talked about his grievances and grievances with Jacob.
“Grandpa, you don’t know anything, this Ayue, he has another identity, he is the eldest grandson of the Zhan Family-Jacob.”
Both Grandpa Yu and Yu Sheng were shaken by the facts.
The blood feud between the Yu Zhan and the two families is not shared.
Yu Chengqian said again: “Three and a half years ago, I was ordered to go to the imperial capital to bloodbath the tourmaline manor. I personally burned Jacob’s chariot. I saw him fall in the chariot. I thought he was dead…”
Recalling three and a half years ago, Yu Chengqian’s eyes flashed with pain. The scene of Irene assassinating him still makes him feel pain in his bones.
Yu Chengqian said quietly: “Even Irene thought he was dead, so in order to avenge Jacob, Irene told me the true identity of Jacob. I know that she wants me to live in self-blame guilt forever. She succeeded.”
“When I learned that Jacob was the son of aunt and Zhantingcheng, I was shocked. I knew that my grandfather’s biggest regret in this life was that his perfect aunt failed to leave a healthy heir to the Yu family. I personally killed Grandpa’s last hope…”
Yu Sheng finally knew why his son went to the imperial capital and came back as if he had changed himself. Unwilling to fight, stay away from killing. It turned out that he killed the wrong person, and he was living in repentance and guilt.
Yu Sheng felt extremely grateful that Jacob didn’t die.
If Jacob really died in Yu Chengqian’s hands, I am afraid that Chengqian’s heart demon would not be removed in this life.
Yu Chengqian laughed suddenly and laughed at himself: “It seems that I was fooled by Jacob. He must have moved the Zhan family to a safe place. Then he will burn the tourmaline manor and burn all the corpses, leaving me nowhere to verify. The last appearance of Irene convinced me that Jacob is dead.”
Yu Chengqian held his head, the guilt in his eyes turned into a touch of anger, “I was so deceived by them.”
The palms and backs of the hands are full of meat, and Yu Sheng can only comfort his son: “Cheng Qian, it’s all over.”
Although he knew that Jacob had a talent for indulgence, but learned that he had blessed the safety of the Zhan family with his own strength, the old lady was shocked by his wisdom, his love and sexuality, so that he could not speak for a long time.
Then a strong sense of pride grew in my heart.
After a long time.
The old lady looked at Yu Chengqian sadly, “Irene is Jue’er’s wife, right?”
Yu Chengqian nodded in shame.
Yu Nian immediately threw the ashtray on the coffee table at his son and yelled: “You have done a good job. If it weren’t for you to figure out what happened to Irene, how could something happen to Irene? It was you who caused Jue’er to lose his wife and his desire to survive? “
Yu Sheng hurriedly asked the old man: “Dad, my son knows he is wrong.”
Yu Chengqian said, “No, grandpa, it was my grandson who was wrong. If I hadn’t concealed the truth three years ago, my father would not be so confused that it hurt me-cousin…”
Looking at Yu Chengqian who was dying for more than a year, the resentment in his heart finally turned into a helpless voice. “That’s it, those who don’t know are not guilty.”
Yu Sheng helped Yu Chengqian up, and the old lady waved at them, “Go down.”
Yu Chengqian and Yu Sheng left slowly. The old lady couldn’t wait to go upstairs to see his grandson.
Jacob didn’t know when he was already sober, describing it as haggard, like a bright flower, heading towards withering and withering.