Do Not Speak Ill of My Mother!-Chapter 708 - 638: Burial (Part 3)

"This is not what we intended from the beginning! This is by no means the path of glory!" Jiang Yu’s tone suddenly became intense, filled with strong self-defense and deep helplessness, "This is drinking poison to quench thirst, grabbing a thorny vine in a desperate situation! We do not aim to cling to nobility, nor covet the illusionary ’noble’ aura. Our most initial, most humble goal was only one—to survive! To let the Jiang Family, the clan members who followed us to drift here, have food to eat, a place to stand, to temporarily avoid the relentless and deadly attacks from the exiled imperial forces!"

"The targets we chose, at first, were not those top-tier families deeply entwined with the exiled forces, but some relatively clean-rooted families, capable of providing some degree of shelter, who needed some unique resources from the Jiang Family. Each marriage alliance was a carefully calculated yet humiliating transaction...

We exchanged the happiness and freedom of the outstanding young members of our clan for a temporary shelter, for a breath and space to develop. Each signature, each seal, was like engraving a mark of shame on the family register, causing the elder generation deep heartache! But looking at the crying infants, the wounded clan members, the increasingly rampant faces of the exiled forces... We had no other way."

The Jiang Family, a matriarchal family.

To survive, those beautiful women were married into other families... This heart-wrenching pain is not an ordinary feeling.

But once we chose to contend with those forces, we could not easily give up.

This path was too hard, so difficult that a single misstep could lead to the clan’s doom overseas, a true disappearance...

Yan Yueqing could almost imagine the kind of iron will the ancestors of the Jiang Family held onto to endure such humiliation, barely surviving...

"Through this nearly self-destructive method, through the painstaking efforts and sacrifices of the core members of our clan, we managed to gradually and arduously take root on that hostile land. Twenty years! A full twenty years! Only then could we barely stabilize ourselves, no longer lambs to be slaughtered, beginning to possess some strength to protect and counterattack."

There was finally a hint of tenacity filled with resilience in Jiang Yu’s eyes, "After standing firm, the Jiang Family, relying on profound cultural heritage, the resilience and wisdom of our clan members, as well as some resources brought by marriage alliances, began to truly grow strong. Our industries gradually diversified, extending into technology, finance, resources, and other fields, with influence increasing day by day. We began to have the ability to confront them directly in the business world, the ability to secretly sabotage their conspiracies, even starting to utilize the contradictions among them to quietly drive a wedge between them and some exiled forces."

"However, just when we thought we could breathe a little, begin to consider how to break free from dependency on some married families, focus more on amassing strength, safeguarding our original intentions, those exiled imperial forces bared their greedy and dangerous fangs once again!"

Jiang Yu’s tone turned cold and filled with sarcasm, "Those ’old and young nobility’ who lived a life of indulgence overseas for decades by plundering the wealth of their motherland, upon witnessing Xinhua Country, after experiencing hardships, not only not collapsing as they wished, but tenaciously rising from the ruins, showing unprecedented vitality and great potential, could no longer sit still! Their long-decayed, yet never truly extinguished ’restoration’ ambition, burned anew with fervor!"

"They are afraid! Afraid that a truly powerful, unified Hua Country will hold them accountable for their ancestors’ colossal crimes, will trace the massive wealth and national treasures they plundered! They are even more unwilling! Unwilling to fall from the clouds, to only hide overseas as rich gentry, while the land they once viewed as private property, to take and give at will, blooms with a brilliance they cannot control!"

Thus, the slogans ’Revive the Former Dynasty’, ’Return to the Central Plains’, were once again picked up from the trash heap of history, carefully polished, beginning to secretly spread among overseas Chinese circles, especially among the indoctrinated and controlled offspring. They utilize the enormous wealth in their hands and parts of the ’orthodox’ symbols stolen from the motherland, to engage, colluding with some overseas forces hostile to the emerging Hua Country, secretly funding separatist forces, attempting to internally disintegrate this newborn giant, paving the way for their so-called ’restoration’!"

Jiang Yu’s gaze became unusually sharp: "From the moment your grandmother Jiang Man took over as the Family Head, she was extremely clear about the danger of this undercurrent! This is not just a threat to the Jiang Family; it is a deadly threat to the future of the entire Huaxia Nation! What those exiled forces want is not simply a restoration of the country; they want to turn back the wheels of history, to again wield power over hundreds of millions of compatriots! To plunge that land, which has just emerged from profound suffering, back into the abyss of blood and fire!"

"Therefore, from your grandmother to me, and in the future, you, all bear another heavy mission unknown to outsiders—abroad, in the shadows, using all forces that can be utilized, to secretly and firmly counteract these exiled imperial forces attempting to rekindle old fires and poison the motherland! We disrupt their financial chain, expose their fabricated historical lies, intercept their destructive instructions sent back home, and even... when necessary, eliminate those stubborn and recalcitrant core members with blood of our people on their hands through extraordinary means."

Her voice carried an undeniable determination, "This is a silent war, happening in the shadows of bustling cities, under the guise of revelry. We never proclaim, because we need the protection of ’quiet disappearance’. But we never stop, because this is the deepest protection for our motherland within our blood, the only consolation to our ancestors watching over us!"

At this point, the tenacious light in Jiang Yu’s eyes was covered by a deeper layer of almost desperate helplessness and sorrow.

"But... Xiaoxing, what pains me the most, keeping me up at night, is not how powerful and cunning the external enemies are, but... the erosion and disintegration from within! The path of marriage alliances we embarked on for survival is like a double-edged sword tempered with slow-acting poison. It did indeed make the family strong physically, but spiritually, in terms of bloodline recognition, it planted a fatal bane...

Those new generations born and raised overseas, particularly some descendants of Elder Council members, drinking coffee, speaking fluent foreign languages, are educated as overseas elites from a young age, mingling in top aristocratic social circles... They have long been thoroughly immersed in that seemingly glamorous, but actually hollow and decayed overseas culture!"