Chapter 11623 — Good, Good, Good. After All, Han Jiechen Is the One True Legitimate Heir.
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Given how much these old relics prized bloodline, there was no chance whatsoever they would genuinely hand the Han Princely House over to Wei Zhao—this was, at best, a stopgap measure.
But now, it was too late to say anything at all.
At that moment, Han Jiechen suddenly rose to his feet, wearing an ever more deranged smile.
"Good, good, good! Since you old relics chose to be heartless first, then don't blame this junior for being unfilial!"
Han Jiechen barked out abruptly, "Mr. Gu, you may make your move!"
For a moment, everyone was baffled.
Until a bone-chilling, sinister laugh drifted in from outside.
"Since the Prince of Han begs so sincerely, this old monster shall not stand on ceremony!"
As the words fell, every ancestor of the Han Princely House—Han Niansan included—wore a look of utter shock and horror.
At this point the ancestral shrine had become a realm unto itself; the people inside could not perceive the specific circumstances without.
Yet Han Niansan and the others could distinctly sense that the ancestral fortune belonging to this band of Han Princely House forebears was being rapidly eroded!
The aura of that whole company of ancestors immediately withered, visibly to the naked eye.
Han Niansan too began to show signs of weakness.
Han Niansan at once clamped a hand onto Han Jiechen's crown.
"You wretched dog, what have you done!"
Yet Han Jiechen was in no hurry, letting the man seize him and answering only with a contemptuous sneer. "I knew long ago you old relics couldn't be relied on, so this prince found himself a fine expert from the Inner Royal Court. He has already agreed to serve as chief guest-retainer of my Han Princely House. As for the recompense he asked..."
Han Jiechen paused for two seconds, his smile growing all the more mocking.
"He wants nothing at all—nothing but the ancestral fortune of you old relics. Isn't he considerate?"
At these words, everyone in the Han Princely House was stunned.
Wei Zhao and the others wore peculiar expressions as well.
Good gods! Truly, good gods!
So from the very beginning, this fellow had been nursing the notion of selling off every ancestor of the Han Princely House. Combined with Han Niansan striking him from the clan register, it really did amount to ancestral kindness and filial piety.
Han Niansan's vision went black again and again.
Half of it came from the weakness of having his ancestral fortune stolen, and the other half from being enraged by this fine grandson of his.
"You all think I'm a petty man who betrays his ancestors and abandons his clan, don't you?"
Han Jiechen went on laughing to himself. "But if you want to blame anyone for all this, you can only blame yourselves. It was you old relics who refused to answer for so long that I was forced to find another way."
"The other six princely houses—whenever trouble comes, their ancestral patriarchs are there to hold the fort. They can rest easy."
"But I couldn't."
"You old relics gave no response, time and again. To protect my Han Princely House, I had no choice but to throw in my lot with Mr. Gu!"
"I figured, since none of you old relics were ever going to manifest anyway, since you were all good for nothing, trading your ancestral fortune for Mr. Gu's protection—however you looked at it, that deal couldn't be a loss, could it?"
No one in the Han Princely House had a word to say.
At first hearing, Han Jiechen's argument actually made a certain amount of sense.
Bearing down on Han Niansan's palm, Han Jiechen forced himself to his feet, his expression wild:
"I really never imagined that at a moment like this you'd show up again!"
"Originally I'd planned to sound you out first, to give you time to prepare—after all, this Mr. Gu is an outsider, and I didn't dare trust him completely."