Do Not Speak Ill of My Mother!-Chapter 709 - 639: Then Let’s Fight!

"In their eyes, what is homeland? It’s a synonym for backwardness, confinement, barbarism! It’s a distant and blurry ’origin’ label, even carrying a hint of disdain in their lavish lives! They’ve long forgotten, or rather, they disdain to understand, that their bloodline has flowed on that land for thousands of years! They have no respect for the ancestors who paved the path of survival with blood and sweat, indifferent to the great revival their homeland is going through, even... showing disdain!"

"Jiang Na Rowell? She has long considered herself a true noblewoman of the Lowell family, always speaking of how noble the Lowell family is, proud to attach herself to the Duchess! Jiang Catherine? You have already seen her disdain for her homeland’s bloodline at the ball! And there are many more like them in the younger generation, enjoying the wealth accumulated by the Jiang Family and the ’noble’ aura brought by marriages, yet treating the foundation that sustains all this—the Yan and Huang spirit flowing in their blood—like discarded shoes!"

Jiang Yu’s voice trembled with both excitement and disappointment, "Their hearts are long removed from the Jiang Family! Even farther from the distant homeland! They only recognize those so-called gilded titles, only thinking about how to use the Jiang Family’s resources to climb higher in that circle, how to maintain their pathetic ’esteem’ attached to others!"

Jiang Yu sighed deeply, as if the sigh drained all her energy, leaving only deep exhaustion and an almost pessimistic foresight: "This is the most terrifying! External enemies, however strong, we can still fight to the death, there are always ways to cope. But the internal decay, the betrayal of our bloodline, the forgetting of our roots... like termites hollowing a giant tree silently, yet enough to make a family that has weathered a thousand years of storms collapse completely from its soul!"

We have exhausted ourselves for generations, fiercely confronting exiled forces outside, bleeding and sweating, even sacrificing countless family members in the shadows... yet, looking back, we discovered that the ’home’ and ’roots’ we fought so hard to protect have become so unfamiliar, so insignificant in the eyes of our own descendants! This tearing apart... this sense of powerlessness..."

She shook her head, the words afterward transformed into a heavy, profoundly aged silence.

This silence weighed more heavily than a thousand words on Yan Yueqing’s heart.

She finally understood that her mother’s fatigue and anxiety far exceeded the power struggles within the Elder Council, stemming from this prolonged, seemingly failing secret war about the survival of the family soul.

The shadows of exiled forces have never been far but the internal fortress has started to silently erode from the new generation.

Jiang Yu took a deep breath, her icy fingers trembling slightly, gently caressing Yan Yueqing’s youthful yet resolute cheek.

The touch felt as if touching a fragile porcelain that bore a tremendous burden.

In her eyes were heavy expectations, deep as the mountain, mingled with endless concerns...

"Xiaoxing, returning to the homeland has never been a simple transfer of assets, not just moving wealth from one place to another. It means..." Her voice like tempered steel, "to personally sever the vast, resilient, intertwined web of alliances built through centuries of marriage and interest exchange with external nobles! It means pulling back those hearts of the young generation deeply immersed in external opulence, viewing the homeland as a barbaric, backward place, disregarding their roots!"

Jiang Yu’s tone suddenly turned sharp and melancholy: "Those people in the Elder Council... How much Yan and Huang blood remains in their veins? How much of their hearts truly belong to the Jiang Family? I’m afraid they’ve long offered themselves to external forces!"

"So the secret letter grandmother left, the legacy of ’the next three generations of Family Heads must return to the homeland’, is not merely for returning to one’s roots..."

Yan Yueqing’s gaze, like a sword slashing through clouds, suddenly shone with clear and sharp light.

"But to use ’returning’ as a tempered blade, to carve out the tumor that’s long parasitic in the bloodline of the Jiang Family, frantically draining the family’s vitality and soul! To thoroughly eradicate those who have been deeply infiltrated and corrupted by outside forces, merely wishing to cling to false ’foundations’ secured through compromise, indulging in mindless revelry, willing to be lackeys!" Returning to the homeland is a war with no retreat, a battle of life and death!"

Jiang Yu’s eyes suddenly erupted with astounding brilliance, a relief in seeing the successor, the bloodline carry on, and equally resonating with a fateful tragedy: "Indeed, war!"

Her voice resolute, carrying the clang of metal, "A war regarding whether the Jiang Family’s true bloodline can continue, whether the soul can survive! Your grandmother spent the last thirty years of her life weaving through the meticulously spun web within the Elder Council.

I spent twenty-five years of painstaking effort, still unable to truly shake its hundred-year foundation! They have operated externally for so long, their power deeply entrenched within the marrow of external power structures! The chains of marriage with those royal families and ancient financials are almost unbreakable, rock solid! Xiaoxing! Today at the ball, you publicly refused the marriage, personally tearing apart the marriage network they’ve meticulously crafted over decades, no different than casting the most decisive challenge to the entire Elder Council and the colossal entities behind them! They will certainly not let it go easily!

Jiang Ke—that traitor, holding the stolen half of the Family Head Seal, has long secretly colluded with that mysterious and dangerous S Organization, like the most insidious viper, lurking in the shadows, watching us menacingly! The road ahead... is an abyss, tangled with thorns, fraught with peril, slight carelessness may lead to eternal doom!"

Yan Yueqing reversed her hand, gripping her mother’s icy hand more firmly.

Her back straight like the pine standing proudly amidst snowy peaks, her cold brows underneath the flowing starlight, forged with an icy edge enough to cut through any hesitation and fear.

"Mom," Her voice not high-pitched, yet carried a determined power enough to split the chaos, "Jiang Ke treats the star track as a script she can freely write, fantasizing herself as the director controlling everything. How unfortunate... I, this ’variable’, refuse to follow her scripted play! The Elder Council wants to bind me with the chains of marriage, corroding Jiang Family’s deeply rooted foundation with that bit of external glitter? Wishful thinking!"

"Not to mention, the homeland is growing stronger by the day! Our endeavors are also receiving significant help from the nation! This battle, since it is unavoidable, with no retreat..."

Her voice suddenly soared, each word burning with flames to obliterate all obstacles.

"Then fight! Fight to the end! They fear I will block their reckless indulgence? I will stand proudly in the middle of that road! The roots belonging to the homeland, the soul buried deep within the bloodline, no one can sever it! It’s time to settle the accounts owed, the blood debts incurred—one by one, thoroughly, with interest accounted!"