I became the God Brother of the Regent King after Transmigration!-Chapter 357 - 275: Brothers?

"How about... the disciple sends the teacher to the West? Is that good?"

Su Wenzhong’s complexion paled significantly as Xie Yun uttered these words.

Once spirited and vigorous, he now revealed deep exhaustion and aged frailty after losing his sharp demeanor.

Su Wenzhong raised a finger, pointing upwards above his head, and said softly: "The Crown Prince..."

Xie Yun sneered, speaking lightly:

"Is the teacher trying to say that as the Crown Prince’s grandfather, as long as you endure until the Crown Prince ascends to the throne, the Su Family can continue for another hundred years, and you’ll serve under four dynasties?"

Exposed by Xie Yun’s words, Su Wenzhong forced a faint, aged smile and nodded slowly.

That’s indeed what he thought.

With many descendants in the Su Family, even without heirs, there were disciples, and if not disciples, then retainers. The Emperor couldn’t eliminate them all, thus preserving his life to stabilize the court situation. He only needed to wait patiently for the opportunity. As long as the Crown Prince existed, the Su Family could rise again one day.

"What gives the teacher the courage to think the Crown Prince won’t be deposed?"

Xie Yun shook his head; his voice was cold, lacking the usual elegant warmth, instead carrying a hint of malice:

"The Emperor is in his prime; when the Crown Prince ascends is uncertain, will you live to see that day? Ha, even if you could, by then, the Crown Prince might not be Rong Qichun... The Emperor has already asked me to tutor the Second Prince in classical texts. I, too, quite want to become the Imperial Tutor."

Su Wenzhong’s expression changed dramatically, rising to his feet in agitation: "Xie Yun, how dare you! The Emperor has nurtured the Crown Prince for years, and the Second Prince lacks talent. The Emperor won’t, won’t switch the Crown Prince just because the Su Family is gone, absolutely not!"

Xie Yun punctuated every word: "Teacher, do you think I dare? Deposing the Crown Prince is a mere word from the Emperor. I think, right now, the Emperor is weighing pros and cons in his mind."

Without the Su Family and the Empress Dowager, the Crown Prince has no allegiance, no virtue or talent. Such a person is no different from the Second Prince. Although not deposed, the title of Crown Prince is merely nominal.

Su Wenzhong reproached fiercely: "Xie Yun, our Su Family hasn’t treated you poorly. Without me, there wouldn’t be you today. Aren’t you afraid of retribution for treating the Su Family this way!"

Xie Yun looked at him, his eyes gradually tinged with crimson:

"Is the teacher confused, to even have the nerve to say such things?

You made me a servant to your sons. Su Shoucheng beat and scolded me, the servants in the West Garden received meals twice a day, yet I could only get a bowl of vegetable porridge every two days. Without pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, I had to transcribe books for money. Even for the provincial and metropolitan exams, I had to pawn my family heirloom jade pendant..."

By the end, Xie Yun’s voice was near a low roar.

"Now, you claim you haven’t treated me poorly; it is the greatest joke under heaven! Why didn’t you kill me directly after Gu Chengluan’s death if you so despise me? Why act hypocritically with me!"

Over the years, he endured countless grievances and torment. If not clinging to the warmth Gu Chengluan bestowed upon him as a child, or the vow to protect that fool Gu Changting, later aiming to fulfill his ambitions and ideals, he would’ve long become a walking corpse in the Su Family.

Su Wenzhong’s eyes flickered with panic, hastily avoiding Xie Yun’s grim, icy gaze.

"You... you are the last descendant of the Xie Family. Though I despise the Xie Family, I pitied you, which is why I spared your life," he said.

Even now, Su Wenzhong refused to speak the truth.

Xie Yun’s voice lowered, querying:

"Do you believe your own words? Su Wenzhong, once teacher and student, I understand you; you never truly trusted me, nor regarded me as a student disciple. Countless times, your gaze betrayed your wish to see me dead—naturally or through illness... I only want to know why you chose to protect me."

Su Wenzhong, the Su Family, the Emperor... countless figures intertwined into a vast web in Xie Yun’s mind; even with his wisdom, he couldn’t decipher it.

Su Wenzhong, watching Xie Yun’s long, cold black eyes, suddenly murmured:

"Indeed, indeed... you brothers are cut from the same cloth."

Xie Yun’s eyes narrowed: "Brothers?"

Su Wenzhong shivered all over, lowering his head.

Yet Xie Yun stepped forward, demanding harshly: "What brothers, are you saying someone from the Xie Family is still alive? Did someone secretly instruct you not to kill me? Who is it, hidden in the court or... Su Wenzhong, what else do you know!"

Su Wenzhong shook his head, replying calmly:

"You’re overthinking. When I said brothers, I meant you and Zixiao. He is obstinate; you feign smoothness and warmth but are in fact equally obsessive.

I admit I’ve long wanted to eliminate you, this scourge, but you were always well-behaved and understanding, far better than my incompetent sons. I was reluctant to let you go.

Xie Yun, our Su Family has wronged you immensely, but that foolish child Zixiao grew up under your watch. He truly regards you as a brother and friend; he’s never done anything to wrong you."

Xie Yun stared at him, nails digging into his palm, face growing colder, nearly unable to maintain his long-held gentle politeness.

"That reason isn’t enough," he stated, voice icy unlike his own. "I need a real answer. Otherwise, the Su Family, the Crown Prince, including Su Zixiao, will disappear from this world with you. I mean what I say."

Su Wenzhong’s voice was mournful: "On what grounds, Xie Yun? You won’t even spare Zixiao—"

"Because the Emperor trusts me now! And as for Su Zixiao, he’s one of the Su Family; don’t think I’ll go easy," Xie Yun’s eyes bore killing intent, pupils a terrifying scarlet, "I’ll be the Second Prince’s teacher. Do you think the Crown Prince, without you, can survive in my hands for long?"

His words were an unmistakable threat.

Su Wenzhong knew Xie Yun wasn’t lying.

That Xie Yun could step into the Su Mansion in advance today was undoubtedly due to Song Zhi’s concession, which happened because of the Emperor’s firm trust.

This young man before him, with the potential to be ennobled or appointed as a high-ranking minister in the future, if he set his mind to support the Second Prince wholeheartedly, how could the Crown Prince compete?

After a long while, so much so that Xie Yun was growing impatient, believing Su Wenzhong wouldn’t provide an answer, the aged, white-haired old man spoke:

"I consider myself extremely clever, yet the other members of the Su Family are incompetent fools. Even the Crown Prince is unworthy, dull, and lacking virtue. That’s why I let Zixiao get close to you, instructed him to listen to you, hoping... with you around, he could at least be safe. Xie Yun, for the sake of my grandson, please grant the Su Family a glimmer of hope, do not utterly destroy us."

Xie Yun staggered a bit, shaking his head, eyes filled with doubt: "What kind of reason is this."