The system takes the poor cub to find his father

At the beginning, Emperor Dayu's disgust for the Wu Clan was well known. Wu Ze knew that once the news of their Wu Clan's escape reached the emperor's ears, death would surely await them. It was a foreseeable fate.

However, time passed quietly, and they had spent three years safely in Qingzhou City.

During these three years, the days were surprisingly peaceful. No soldiers or officers came to arrest them, and not even a trace of news about their hiding place leaked out. It was as if they had never disappeared from the original place. Everything was so quiet that it seemed a little unreal.

Wu Ze knew that such mysterious power was not something that ordinary people could possess, and only the mysterious person who rescued them from the predicament could have such a means. For a time, the Wu clan's fear of this mysterious existence reached an unprecedented peak.

In fact, it wasn't that no one had thought of resisting. When they gradually gained a foothold in Qingzhou City and their lives gradually became stable, some Wu people began to have delusions, thinking that they already had enough ability and confidence and no longer needed to be controlled by others.

They thought, since they had successfully escaped from the original cage, why should they obey the command of the mysterious man? However, before their actions really began, they were detected by an invisible force.

Those who harbored evil intentions eventually died suddenly at home. Their deaths were miserable and horrifying.

It was not until then that the other Wu people woke up from their dreams and finally understood what the contract they had signed meant. It was not an ordinary agreement, but a soul contract signed with others.

Once the thoughts of resistance arise in the hearts of the inferiors, the power of the contract will instantly backfire and ruthlessly take their lives.

From then on, those members of the Wu Clan who had not yet developed any disloyal ideas instantly put away all their little thoughts and willingly recognized the mysterious figure as their leader.

With the support of the mysterious man's various wonderful technologies, the business path of the witch people became wider and wider, and their wealth accumulated like a snowball, even reaching a staggering and terrifying level.

The stability and prosperity of a dynasty are inseparable from a solid economic foundation and good political order.

The areas that the mysterious figure is involved in have penetrated into Dayu's economic system in all aspects, enough to grasp the economic lifeline of the court.

His capital was like the drizzle in spring, quietly but continuously invading Dayu's economic sphere. In ancient times, grain and salt were important materials in war, and their importance was self-evident.

What is shocking is that, apart from iron, which is strictly controlled by the state, 70 percent of the two key materials, grain and salt, are in his hands.

This means that as long as he has the intention, he can deal a heavy blow to the Dayu Dynasty at any time and put this seemingly huge dynasty into trouble.

Even Wu Ze could never figure out the true purpose of this mysterious man.

He sometimes performed some inexplicable good deeds, such as rescuing disaster victims. In the eyes of those disaster-stricken people, he was like a savior who came from heaven.

Sometimes he would generously provide money to the imperial court to support them in resisting foreign invasions on the border, as if he was the solid backing of the dynasty.

However, his other side is chilling. In order to save Mingxu, he deliberately used mysterious props and cleverly avoided the guards sent by Ming Yunqi to guard his parents' cemetery.

Without anyone noticing, he opened the coffin and took out the remains of Mingxu's parents to curse Ming Yunqi. Although he later ordered the remains to be buried again, he even set up a set of exquisite protective formations for the couple's future cemetery.

This formation is mysterious and powerful. Unless they are blood relatives of the couple, no one can find the location of the cemetery, thus avoiding the possibility of being disturbed by others.

You could say he was supporting the Dayu Dynasty, but his strange actions in secret made it hard to fully believe in his good intentions.

But he never showed any obvious intention to overthrow the Great Yu Dynasty and establish himself as the emperor. From beginning to end, they had no chance to see the true appearance of this mysterious man, and only referred to him as the vague title of "Master".

Moreover, he seemed to have a special interest in children. In the Wu family, even if Wu Yue was naughty, he would always be tolerated by him, as if he saw something special in this child.

As for Mingxu, ever since he brought him back from Kyoto and paid his respects outside the door, he seemed to have completely forgotten the existence of this person and never mentioned a single word about Mingxu again.

"Go back. Don't go out for seven days and reflect on your actions. Wu Ze will take over your task temporarily. Go now."

Suddenly, such a cold voice was heard in the room, and Wu Yue felt that he was pushed out of the door by a huge force. When he came to his senses, the door in front of him had been heavily closed with a dull sound, as if it was an insurmountable barrier, completely separating him from the world inside the room.

Wu Yue, who was only six years old, had a pursed mouth, and his eyes instantly turned red. Tears welled up in his eyes, and a feeling of grievance surged into his heart like a tide. Ever since he could remember, his fifth brother and his master were the people he cared about the most. In his young heart, he always regarded his master as his father, and he was extremely eager to get his master's recognition and love. However, now his master accused him of being tyrannical, which made him feel extremely sad and aggrieved.

"Wuwu..." Wu Yue felt very wronged. Children's emotions are always particularly strong and sensitive. For some reason, he had a strong premonition that everything his master did seemed to be for another child. This thought made him even more sad, and tears finally burst out, blurring his eyes.

"Why are you crying here?" At this moment, a gentle voice sounded behind him. Wu Yue turned his head and saw Wu Ze smiling at him.

At that moment, Wu Yue could no longer suppress the grievance in her heart. She felt a lump in her throat and turned around to throw herself into Wu Ze's arms. "Brother... wuwu... the master asked me to reflect on myself..."

He said with sobs, his voice full of helplessness and sadness.

Wu Ze looked at Wu Yue, who was crying pitifully in his arms, and his eyes darkened slightly, his heart filled with pity. He bent down slightly, hugged Wu Yue tighter, and comforted her softly: "Okay, okay, don't cry anymore."

In fact, at first he wanted to teach his naughty younger brother a lesson, but after returning, he was still worried and finally turned back to check.

He also knew that his younger brother had always had a deep admiration for his master in his heart because he had been without the company of his parents since he was a child.

This master always made him feel that he was too rational and calm, even too rational to be a normal person. Whether it was dealing with things or people, he was unusually indifferent, as if nothing in the world could touch his heart, which was really inhuman.

Wu Ze gently picked up his brother who was crying heartbrokenly on the ground, looked back at the closed door, sighed deeply, then turned and left.

After they left, a mysterious streak of light suddenly flashed across the empty space inside the tightly closed door.

In an instant, the furnishings in the room seemed to become illusory, and then quickly returned to their original state. Then, a vague figure slowly appeared here.

I saw that the man had long silver hair, which flowed on the ground like a waterfall, exuding a cool and mysterious aura.

His skin was as white as snow, as if it was made of the purest snow, with an almost transparent texture.

The white robe he wore was emitting a soft glow, making him look like he had walked out of a fairyland, exuding an otherworldly aura. His facial features seemed to be obscured by a thin layer of mist, making it impossible to see his true face, but from the delicate jawline, one could vaguely infer that he must be as extraordinary as the aura he exuded.

Around the waist of this snow-like person, there is a small and cute colorful ball of fur, which looks like it is carefully made of some rare fur.

This cute little thing formed a sharp and strange contrast with the cold temperament emanating from the man, but for some reason, it made people feel that it was particularly complementary, as if it was supposed to be there.