"Lu Xiyi, you bastard! Your father and mother are so good to you, and they never give you food and drink first! They treat you better than me, their own son!"
A male voice sounded outside the door. The owner of the male voice seemed to be very angry and was cursing the man named Lu Xiyi. And this man named Lu Xiyi is now standing in the ancestral hall with an expressionless face, facing two plaques. The one on the left reads "The monument of my father Lu Yuanju" and the one on the right reads "The monument of my mother Shen Shiran".
"Lu Xiyi! You bastard! Come out! What qualifications do you have to stand in there! Do you deserve it!" The man began to yell again, "It was you who killed them! It was you! If it weren't for you, they wouldn't have died..."
The sounds outside the door gradually became quieter. Lu Xiyi came out of the house and found that Lu Shaojun was crying and fell asleep.
He gently picked up Lu Shaojun and said slowly in his ear: "Ajun, I... Have no choice. If I don't agree to that group of people, even you will die. Instead of tit-for-tat and losing both sides, it's better to try my best to protect you."
Lu Xiyi hugged Lu Shaojun and walked slowly towards the depths of the courtyard. As he walked, he said, "I'm leaving to Chang'an. Ah Jun, hate me, hate me more..."
Purpose: redemption