Zhao Mu was also rescued by Xiang Heng at the time and brought back to the Xia family. However, he was seriously injured and has not yet recovered, still recuperating.
"It's fine, Uncle Mu, let them talk. A few words won't hurt me," Xiang Chen said with a faint smile. This kind of resilience made Zhao Mu admire him somewhat. If it were any other young man, they would have lost their temper long ago.
It seems that the changes in the Xiang family have helped the young master grow a lot, Zhao Mu thought to himself.
At this time, the outside insults suddenly subsided, and a voice came from outside.
"Chen'er, open the door, it's me."
The voice was steady and powerful, and Xiang Chen naturally recognized it, so he hurriedly went to open the door. The courtyard door opened wide, and a burly man in a black robe walked in, with a six or seven-year-old girl following behind him.
"Uncle Three!" Xiang Chen greeted him respectfully and bowed to the man who had just entered. The man was Xiang Heng, Xiang Chen's third uncle, his father's own brother.
"Third Master," Zhao Mu also paid his respects.
"You're able to walk now?" Xiang Heng asked Xiang Chen in surprise.
"I have strong resilience. The injuries are not serious anymore," Xiang Chen replied with a smile.
"Your recovery power is impressive. I heard that you had a special physique with strong resilience since childhood, but I didn't expect that you would recover from such serious injuries in just a few days," Xiang Heng exclaimed.
"Brother Chen," a six or seven-year-old girl peeked out from behind Xiang Heng and sweetly called out. She had two pigtails and chubby cheeks, with bright and clear eyes.
"Xue'er, come here, brother will carry you," Xiang Chen crouched down and picked up the little girl, giving her a peck on her cheek.
She was Xiang Heng's daughter, Xia Xue'er.
"Let's go inside and talk," Xiang Heng said.
"Yes," Xiang Chen agreed, and they all went inside the house, while Manhe went to prepare tea.
"How is it? Are you used to living in the Xia family?" Xiang Heng asked.
"Everything is good, Uncle Three. This time, thanks to you, otherwise, I'm afraid I would have died at the hands of the Wang family," Xiang Chen said while holding Xue'er in his lap. He knew he had turned into a demon, but did not remember what happened after he turned into a demon, losing his rationality.
"The Wang family... I have already heard about Rou'er's situation. It's a pity I couldn't find her body," Xiang Heng sighed. "I heard there was a demon at the time, possibly being used by the demon... sigh."
Xiang Chen said, "Uncle Three, don't blame yourself. Perhaps, it's all fate."
"I've heard that you single-handedly defeated Wang Ying at the Wang family. Is that true? Can you cultivate now?" Xiang Heng asked with anticipation.
Xiang Chen nodded without hiding the truth.
"Hahaha, good, good!" Xiang Heng excitedly laughed. "I knew it. How could my brother's son be a waste? Chen'er, as long as you live and can cultivate, then there is still hope for our Xiang family."
"Uncle Three, do you now know the specific situation of my father? Is he still alive?" Xiang Chen asked.
Xiang Heng's smile faded, and his expression turned gloomy. "Big brother is now locked in the Tianlao. His life is not in danger, but the royal family is unlikely to release him."
Xiang Chen's voice also turned cold. "How much credit has our Xiang family earned for the Great Trade. Could it be that the emperor is dealing with my father because of his drunken behavior? Is there more hidden? You, the royal family..."
"Exactly, there are indeed many hidden details. Before the accident, your father's cultivation advanced greatly. He probably has no opponents in the Great Trade. Your big brother also holds heavy military power. The royal family naturally would not tolerate such a threat to themselves. The drunken incident is just a conspiracy," Xiang Heng said coldly.
"The royal family... Yin family..." Xiang Chen's eyes turned icy, and his voice became cold. He had no respect for the royal family.
"There is still some hidden information that I need to tell you. Your big brother, Xiang Que, is not actually my brother's son," Xiang Heng revealed another shocking fact.
"What!" Xiang Chen was stunned by the revelation, unable to believe it.
"Ling Lian, that despicable woman, had an illicit relationship with a figure at the court before marrying my brother. She was just a pawn arranged by that person by my brother's side. Do you understand what I'm saying?" Xiang Heng explained.
"The figure at the court! The King of Trade? You mean Xiang Que is a royal descendant!" Xiang Chen was shocked.
"Yes, my brother actually knew about this a long time ago, he just never revealed it. In the end, my brother was too sentimental. He treated the King of Trade as a brother and didn't have any ambition for the throne. However, the King of Trade didn't care about this sentiment, sigh...," said Xiang Heng with a long sigh. "If my brother wanted to rebel, the Great Trade would be under the Xiang family by now. But my brother didn't want the people to suffer from the flames of war."
"Keeping company with a tiger is like keeping company with a tiger. A person is harmless, but the tiger has malicious intent. Ambitious people have always had self-interest as their priority," Xiang Chen also sighed. He didn't blame his father.
"Chen'er, remember the responsibility you carry now. I, your uncle, am bound by the Xia family. So now it is not possible for me to return to the Xiang family to take charge. The future of the Xiang family may rely on you. Your ability to cultivate is our biggest hope," Xiang Heng said, handing a silver and jade belt to Xiang Chen. "There are 100,000 gold coins inside. Use it for your practice, as it requires a lot of money."
"Uncle Three, this is too valuable. I can't accept it. Keep it for Xue'er in the future," Xiang Chen shook his head, feeling moved.
For an ordinary family, an annual income of seven or eight gold coins was considered good, so 100,000 gold coins was a significant fortune, enough to make a family wealthy for generations.
As for the belt, it was forged by a master craftsman using silver void jade, which could hold true energy and be opened by leaving a mark inside, and was also quite valuable.
"Brother Chen, please accept it, Xue'er doesn't want it," Xue'er said from Xiang Chen's arms.
"Chen'er, let's not talk about it between the two of us. As long as you can rejuvenate the Xiang family in the future, 100,000 gold coins is nothing," Xiang Heng insisted on Xiang Chen accepting the belt. Xiang Chen couldn't refuse and had to accept it as he currently had no money.
"You will have to endure some things living in the Xia family, but a person who wants to achieve great things learns to adapt and be flexible. Do not mind it," Xiang Heng advised.
"I understand."
The two relatives chatted for a long time, and it wasn't until the evening that Xiang Heng and Xue'er left.
Xiang Chen saw them off, holding the silver void jade belt in his hand, feeling the heavy burden it carried. It represented the future destiny of the family.
"Uncle Three, you can rest assured, I will not let you down..." Xiang Chen held the belt and fastened it around his waist with a determined gaze.
He didn't know yet what price Xiang Heng had paid for him to stay securely in the Xia family. Sometimes, we don't even realize what sacrifices others make for us to live a peaceful life. In a flourishing era, there are always people carrying heavy loads for you...