Xie Linyuan lowered his eyes and twisted the book in his hand, and his fingertips lightly brushed the pages. There was no wave between his brows and eyes, and his tone was calm: "Dad, it's useless to tell him. This person is extremely stubborn and won't let you in."
"But he guards the gate of the house with his own soldiers every day, standing from early morning to dusk, with such a big fanfare. Sooner or later, it will cause an uproar and spread to the court. Our Xie family cannot escape the blame!" Father Xie stood up in a hurry and paced back and forth. The discomfort in his heart became more and more intense. He couldn't help but hold his chest and take a breath.
Xie Linyuan raised his eyes, and there was a hint of helplessness in his eyes, but he still refused to let go: "The matter has come to this, there is no other way, no one can get rid of him."
"Son, my father's heart is already weak. He can't bear such a fright. He is always on tenterhooks. I'm afraid he won't be able to bear it any longer." Father Xie sat back on his chair, looking pitiful and pleading, "Just go out and have a few words with him. Even if it's just a perfunctory one, it's better than letting him block the door like this."
Xie Linyuan withdrew his eyes and focused on the scroll again. His tone was firm and there was no room for negotiation: "I won't go."
"He is the majestic King of Zhenbei! He is Xiao Jinghan, who guards Northern Xinjiang and protects the peace of our Dasheng border!" Xie's father raised his voice, sweating on his forehead in anxiety, "If we offend him, our whole Xie family will suffer!"
"He is the King of Zhenbei. What does it have to do with me, Xie Linyuan."
Father Xie looked at his son who had no food and salt, and finally had no choice but to cry in his voice: "Dad, I still want to live a few more years and watch the Xie family live in peace.
