Chapter 841 – Isll Make the Ancestral Hall a Mahjong Den (1/2)
Chapter 841 – I'll Make the Ancestral Hall a Mahjong Den
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
If he chose Tang Thirty-Six, the Tang clan was almost certain to face an upheaval, and might even splinter. Moreover, there was a greater chance that the Tang Second Master would win out in the end.
Thus, this multiple-choice question became extremely simple.
The Tang Old Master decided to support Shang Xingzhou, so he naturally gave up on Chen Changsheng.
The Tang Old Master had decided to pass the Tang clan on to the second branch, so he naturally had to begin suppressing the chief branch.
If Tang Thirty-Six were just a mediocre person, perhaps the matter would have been simpler.
But he was not, and he also had a friend: the current Pope.
So the Tang Old Master could only imprison him in the ancestral hall.
He might be imprisoned for the rest of his life, until, several decades or several centuries later, he transformed into a white-haired madman.
Of course, the more likely possibility was that once Shang Xingzhou subdued the Orthodoxy and killed Chen Changsheng, Tang Thirty-Six would be granted a bowl of poison.
Yes, poison, a dagger, a white string, a pit—regardless of which method it was, they all ended in death.
In the past, Tang Thirty-Six naturally would not have thought his grandfather would do this.
But he had long since understood that the kindly grandfather had been a false appearance, an illusion.
The Tang Old Master had placed him on his lap and talked about stories from the past, described the glories of the future. There was nothing that could describe the pampering Tang Thirty-Six received except love.
But this love was not for the boy on his lap. It was for the Tang clan's future.
Now, the Tang Old Master had arranged a new future for the Tang clan, and he also had a new grandson.
So, for the sake of the Tang clan's future, the love he had once given to Tang Thirty-Six was equaled by his present callousness.
From the moment he understood this, Tang Thirty-Six held no hopes that his grandfather would release him.
He did not want to be imprisoned in the ancestral hall for the rest of his life, nor did he want to silently die.
He wanted to leave here, but he never made a single attempt.
Because on the day after he was imprisoned in the ancestral hall, many subordinates loyal to his father attempted to rescue him.
Those people all died. Afterward, many more people of the chief branch died.
He could only be even more silent.
Whether it was the paper strips tied around the rocks thrown over the wall or the secret messages carved on the bottom of the food plates, he could only pretend not to see them.
Gradually, rocks stopped being thrown over the wall, and no more kites could be seen in the sky.
It had also been a long time since the main gate of the ancestral hall opened.
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No matter how well it was preserved, a gate that had not been opened for a very long time would inevitably unpleasantly creak when it was opened once more.
The main gate of the ancestral hall opened. A cold winter wind speckled with snow blew in.
Tang Thirty-Six sat on the prayer mat, staring at the memorial tablet at the very top, not turning his head.
The old Guardian from the Tang clan walked up to him and said, ”The Old Master has some words for you.”
There was no idle chatter about how it had been a long time since they had met, no exchanging of formalities, not even a little preamble.
The old Guardian looked at his back, his face emotionless.
”You must investigate whether the Second Master has poisoned the First Master and whether he is colluding with the demons or not.
”You have two hours. In this period of time, the entire Tang clan is yours.”
Tang Thirty-Six did not turn around. He continued to calmly stare at those memorial tablets that looked just like mahjong pieces in the gloom of the ancestral hall.
After some time, he finally spoke.
After half a year of not speaking, his voice was a little hoarse and clumsy.
”That fellow came?”