The Cubs Picked Up Are All Villains

On the planet Barham, Rong Heng and others have been following up the development of the situation. When they saw that Si Yan was about to launch a war against the Sijialan star, everyone's expressions were not very good.

"He wants to start a civil war in the empire?" Hector only felt his head buzzing, and couldn't help but look at Rong Heng: "Is he really your biological father? He wants to start a civil war at this time?"

He couldn't understand why someone like Rong Heng, who was full of black water, had such an ambitious but extremely stupid father.

The power of the four ancient clans has continued for thousands of years, and the Sijia blue star refers not only to the Sijia blue star, but also to all the planets that are attached to and loyal to the Sijia blue star.The Galactic Empire has a total of nine administrative regions, and the highest military officer in the Melches region is the elder of the Mermaid tribe. Once the civil war starts, the entire Melches region will stand on the opposite side of the empire without hesitation. .

This does not include other regions and planets that have good relations with or have interests in the Sijia Blue Star.

The beginning of the civil war means chaos in the rear of the empire, and it also means the defeat of the front line of defense.Whether it is at the national level or at the level of ordinary people, starting a civil war at the moment of Zerg invasion is tantamount to self-destruction.

Melelle couldn't help but said, "Although saying that might disrespect the wise and wise Queen, I do suspect that he is actually an undercover agent of the Zerg."

Otherwise, normal human beings would not be able to do this kind of thing at all.

Rong Heng didn't say a word, he lowered his eyes in silence for a long time, got up and left the lounge, and returned to the bedroom.

The cubs who had been listening obediently couldn't help asking in a low voice at this moment: "Is that man in the video just now the father of Brother Rong?"

Only then did Hector and Merrell realize that Rong Heng's identity had been accidentally exposed.During this time, the cubs participated in various meetings so frequently that they even forgot to let the cubs avoid them this time.

"It used to be." Melelle shrugged.

"Before?" The little fox looked puzzled, lowered his voice and asked hesitantly, "Is it his father who doesn't want him?"

"It can also be said... that he doesn't want his father anymore." Melelle said, "I suspect he doesn't want to have such a father,"

She couldn't help muttering in a low voice: "A powerful figure like Queen Farah, why did she choose such a person to be the king's husband..."

This is a question she still can't figure out.

Things were too complicated for the royal family, and Melelle didn't reveal much to the cubs.But the cubs still realized something from a few words, and turned their heads to look at Rong Heng's closed door, showing worried expressions.

Rong Heng stood on the balcony, looking up at the sky dyed red by the setting sun, but he still couldn't calm down.

Anger surged in his chest, but he had nowhere to vent it, so he could only force himself to remain calm.

But Si Yan's ambitious face is still swaying in his mind, that familiar face that always makes people unable to see emotions, now it is full of hypocrisy and greed, which is disgusting.

But such a person happened to be his father.

He remembered that a long time ago, he had secretly asked his mother if his father didn't like him.

Because from the beginning of his memory, it was his mother who taught him, and his father seldom even smiled at him. Most of the time, he was silent and indifferent. In Rong Heng's memory, there was only his deep gaze when he looked at his mother. And the straight and lonely silhouette.

That's when his mother explained to him that he was just not good at expressing his emotions.

She picked up the books in Rong Heng's hand, pointed to the dense and easy-to-understand annotations on it, and said: "These are all books from your father. Your father is a genius. He never needs to make annotations or notes when reading books. This is all he did for you. But he is a restrained person, and if you don't find out for yourself, he will never tell."

At that time, Si Yan was in his heart, although he was not a close and dependent father, but he erected a wise and knowledgeable appearance.

He also always believed that his mother was not someone who would be blinded by love, and her evaluation of Si Yan always affected Rong Heng.

But since he was assassinated, Si Yan's actions have subverted his long-standing cognition.

He stared at the sky and murmured in a low voice, "Is it true that mother misjudged someone?"

The sound of communication from behind broke his contemplation, Rong Heng had no choice but to gather his emotions, turned and entered the bedroom.

"Lucien?" He connected to the communication and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Your Highness." After Lucien saluted, he explained his intentions: "Have you watched His Majesty's press conference?"

Rong Heng nodded: "Look, what's the matter?"

Lucien coughed heavily, and said slowly: "His Majesty the Emperor is trying to start a civil war, and the empire will fall into complete chaos. It's time for us to take action. This is the right time to win the hearts of the people..."

"Lucien." Rong Heng raised his hand and interrupted him before he finished speaking.

He looked at the old man in white robes with a new look, and said with scrutiny: "You don't seem to care about the consequences of the civil war at all."

Lucien once told him that to fulfill the queen's last wish, to overthrow the decaying empire and establish a new country.

Such an idealist should be compassionate, and should be most concerned about the survival of the country and the future of the people.

But Lucian didn't. The first sentence after he contacted him was full of politicians' judging the situation and cold calculations.

"Are you trying to support me to build a new empire for the queen's ideal, for the people of the empire, or for your own selfish desire?" Rong Heng mocked slightly: "If it's the latter, then I have to tell you, I I will never be a puppet at your disposal, let alone repeat the mistakes of my predecessors."

His attitude was clear, and he put his doubts about Lucian on the bright side.

From the moment Lucian came to him after many years, he had never fully trusted each other, and the short-term cooperation before was nothing but mutual benefit.

Now, he's finally asking what he's been skeptical for a long time.

Lucien looked surprised, and even froze for a moment, as if Rong Heng's questioning made him fall into deep thought.

After a long silence, he slowly opened his mouth: "You are right, I went astray."

He bowed deeply to Rong Heng: "But what I said to you at the beginning was absolutely true. Whether you trust me or not, I will always be a rubble on your way forward. I am willing to pave a piece of land for you with my body." Easy way."

"As for the civil war, I won't say anything more. You, like Her Majesty, have found the way forward,"

After speaking, he bowed again apologetically.

He frankly admitted his mistake, but instead made Rong Heng unable to get angry, he stared at the hunched old man, and said: "I hope it is true as you said."

The conversation this time was not pleasant, and the two did not say any more, and quickly cut off the communication.

Lucien turned off his brain, and his short, stooped body gradually stretched out, and the tight white robe that he was originally wearing became a bit empty and short on his body.

Facing the mirror, he took off the wig, put on a well-fitting dress again, and arranged the buttons of the clothes meticulously, before he left the secret room and walked to the study outside.

The furnishing of the study room was exactly the same as before. There were a large number of documents to be processed on the large desk, the bookshelves surrounded on three sides were full of books, and there was a portrait of the previous queen hanging on the wall.

He walked slowly behind the desk, silently took out a book, looked at the two handwriting marks on the book, his cold expression gradually softened, but only a little.

I am used to such exaggerated and vain expressions, even when it is not necessary, the subconscious expression will still produce subtle changes,

Make him feel disgusted and sick.

Carefully putting the book back into the distance, he walked under the hanging portrait of the Queen.

In the photo, the young queen has a bright smile and a high-spirited spirit.

He remembered that this was a photo taken the year the other party took the throne. At that time, she had just graduated from university, only 23 years old.

Later, she complained many times that she was too young at that time, her expression was too flamboyant, without the stability of an emperor, and she once wanted to change this portrait.

But because he liked it, he kept it in the end.

Looking up at the portrait, he took a step back slowly, and said in a low voice, "You are right, he doesn't need to learn how to be a good emperor, he should be a better revolutionary leader."

Farah had once told him that his teaching was too purposeful and utilitarian, full of the cold calculations of politicians—although this was said as a joke, it also made him aware of his own flaws.

He and Farah are completely different people.

Farah is an idealist. He is still full of affection for the declining empire and is willing to do everything possible to save the empire and its people. But he is different. He seems to be born unable to empathize with people. It's just a handy tool.

He thought he had hidden it well, but he didn't expect Farah to have discovered it long ago.

So later he stopped participating in the cub's education. He didn't want the cub to be influenced by him and eventually become the same person as him.

"You taught him well, even if you are gone later, he will still grow into a person like you." He showed a not-so-obvious smile on his face, saluted the portrait, and then turned and left.

When he walked to the door, he was the ambitious emperor again.

Queen Seya was waiting at the door of the study, and when she saw him, she quickly walked up to him, held his arm intimately, and said with joy, "Honey, I have some good news for you."

Si Yan hid his emotions very well, turned his gaze to her lower abdomen, and said with a gentle and impeccable tone, "Let me guess, are you pregnant?"

"How do you know?" Seya covered her mouth and let out a surprised cry, and then she was a little dissatisfied: "You are too smart, so there will be no surprises at all."

"But I have been looking forward to him for a long time." Si Yan gently stroked her lower abdomen, and said with a smile, "We should share this good news with your father."

Seya's cheeks flushed: "So soon? The doctor said it was only two months."

"It's not too soon." Si Yan said: "We are all looking forward to his arrival."

The two looked at each other, Seya lowered her head shyly and happily, and Si Yan looked at her with a smile that didn't reach her eyes.