Chapter 975 Do you want to be a slave of a conquered nation?

As he spoke, Mo Beihan's face became colder and colder, and his fists clenched tightly unconsciously.

Shui Baihong was completely stunned after hearing what he heard.

He didn't expect that his father actually collaborated with the enemy and committed treason, and that his father had actually had the intention of rebellion for a long time!

Before he returned to the northern border with his grandfather's body, his father had already had connections with Nisbi, the great general of the Northern Desert Kingdom.

My grandfather's death was just an excuse for my father to rebel.

The Northern Desert Kingdom has always had frictions on the border between the two countries, but this time it has made comprehensive deployments to break through the Beiguan City in one fell swoop and take over the northern border.

After looting food and supplies from the northern border, they continued to attack the heartland of Dai Viet, all the way to the capital, and completely destroyed Dai Viet.

"Father, why are you doing this? What good will rebellion bring to you? Do you want to be a slave of a conquered nation?"

Shui Baihong questioned his father in confusion and anger.

Shui Gaoyang tilted his head and glanced at him, sneering:

"Why? Isn't it for you and our Shui family's descendants? Your grandfather and the old prince built the country together. He thought he could be appointed an official in the capital and enjoy wealth and honor in the capital. Our Shui family can always be the family of founding heroes in the capital, and our descendants can enjoy hereditary titles and be respected from generation to generation."

"But why was it the retired emperor who sat on the throne, instead of the old prince? Why did the Dingbei Army have to defend the border in this freezing place, with little food and clothing? Forget about wealth and glory, what can we enjoy in this place?"

"Your grandfather is getting old, I am not young anymore, and you, the descendants of the Dingbei Army, are getting married and having children, but we are still in this hellhole. When will this end? I won't accept this!"

"The general of the Northern Desert Kingdom said that if I can help them capture Beiguan City and lead them to the capital, he will give me a hereditary title of marquis, and I will be able to enjoy supreme glory in the capital! My descendants will be able to inherit the title of marquis, and our Shui family will be the most powerful in the capital!"

As Shui Gaoyang spoke, he raised his neck high, as if he was immersed in his own beautiful imagination.

Shui Baihong stared at his father blankly. At this moment, he was thinking sadly, how disappointed and heartbroken his grandfather would be if he knew that his father had such thoughts and did such things?

"If Grandfather were still alive, would you still do this? Aren't you afraid of disappointing Grandfather?"

He asked sadly.

Shui Gaoyang was silent for a while, then sneered again:

"Disappointed, he will definitely be disappointed. But what have I done wrong? He is willing to suffer here, but I am not! He doesn't care about his descendants, but I have to think about myself and my descendants! Who is willing to stay in this bitter cold place for a future that they have fought for with their lives?"

Shui Baihong glanced at Mo Beihan, then turned away guiltily, not daring to look him in the face. He just asked his father helplessly:

“But, isn’t the old prince also in the Northern Frontier as a prince?”

Speaking of this, Shui Gaoyang became even more angry:

"But his descendants are in the capital! Mo Beihan is the prince in the capital, living a carefree life! And you can only ride horses and hunt in the northern border. Even when you are looking for a spouse, you can only say that you are the descendant of a general in the army. How can a rich girl in the capital look down on you? Don't you feel jealous?"

Shui Baihong shook his head:

"No, I'm not jealous! I think it's good in the Northern Frontier. I'm free and at ease. There aren't as many rules as in the capital, and there aren't any open or secret fights between the rich and powerful. I don't like the capital!"

He told the truth.

Ever since he returned to the capital with his grandfather, he felt that the northern border was better.