"Baka yarou! Useless! Useless!"
In the study, Hatanaka Zizi was furious, smashing various ornaments, leaving the floor in chaos.
"Hoo—Hoo—"
After this outburst, he calmed down, sitting heavily amidst the scattered documents and books, gasping for air, his expression shifting unpredictably.
The shooter this morning was arranged by him.
Because it was impossible for him to bring down Yanchuan Shilang through legitimate means, and he couldn’t tolerate being gradually pushed out of the power circle, nor could he allow the other side to continue harming the country, he thought of political assassination, simple and crude, but often effective.
As long as Yanchuan Shilang died, the political scene would be reshuffled, and he could sit at the table during the new reshuffle, with a chance to dominate the country.
To govern the country according to his own principles.
But unexpectedly, the shooter, despite being at such a close range, fired three shots but only hit one, which wasn’t a fatal wound.
He took the risk of assassinating the Prime Minister but didn’t achieve the desired result, leaving him extremely frustrated.
At the same time, there was fear of the conspiracy failing.
But thinking carefully, the shooter was dead, and the police had no way to trace it back to him.
Hatanaka Zizi gradually felt relieved.
He thought he could use the next two months while Yanchuan Shilang recuperated in the hospital to do something, otherwise, once the opponent was discharged, it would be much harder to take action.
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"Ring, ring! Ring, ring!"
In the early morning hours, Aoyama Xiu Xin was awakened by the phone. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novel✶fire.net
"Moshi moshi." He sat up and answered.
Yanchuan Xianyou’s voice came through the receiver, slightly tired and hoarse, "Grandpa’s awake, he wants to see you."
"Hai! I’ll come over right away." After hanging up, Aoyama Xiu Xin didn’t bother to change clothes, throwing a suit over his pajamas, and called Jin Yucheng to set off.
The corridor outside Yanchuan Shilang’s ward was full of security personnel stationed on duty, and Aoyama Xiu Xin passed unobstructed by face recognition, without any body checks.
He reached the ward door and pushed it open, quickly walking to the bedside, half-kneeling to grasp Yanchuan Shilang’s hand with red eyes and a choked tone, "Grandpa, you’re finally awake, I’ve been worried sick all day long."
"Still alive." Yanchuan Shilang managed a strained smile, his eyes half-open, half-closed, and asked weakly, "Has anything been found out about the assailant?"
"We can confirm that someone was definitely behind the assailant, I’ve already sent people to investigate, and we’ll definitely root him out." Aoyama Xiu Xin said through gritted teeth.
Yanchuan Shilang gasped heavily, tightly gripping Aoyama Xiu Xin’s hand, and said slowly, "Take this opportunity to eliminate some troublesome individuals while investigating the attacker. I’ll have Kudaka give you a list of these people who conspired to assassinate me, attempting to subvert the country, overthrow the government. Whether we can find the true mastermind doesn’t matter, they are certainly among this group."
He wanted to use this incident to thoroughly purge his opponents in the Diet."
It was because of those obstructive treacherous ministers.
That’s why he couldn’t freely pursue his ambitions!
"Hai!" Aoyama Xiu Xin’s expression turned solemn, nodding heavily. This purge would surely be forceful, and once completed, the Liberal Democratic Party would monopolize the country’s power.
Future power shifts would only occur within the Liberal Democratic Party, and other parties would have to remain docile and retreat."
Yanchuan Shilang loosened his grip slightly, lightly patting his hand, "Go, do it."
"Grandpa, there’s one more thing, it’s about your true health condition." Aoyama Xiu Xin said.
Standing nearby and silent, Yanchuan Xianyou suddenly grew anxious upon hearing this, "What do you mean? What do you mean by true condition? Isn’t two months of recuperation enough?"
Yanchuan Shilang also stared directly at Aoyama Xiu Xin."
"That was the fake news I threatened Musashi to release externally, Grandpa can gradually return to work after two months of recuperation, but there are severe aftereffects, and he can’t engage in sustained high-intensity work. To prevent the news from leaking out, I’ve already killed Musashi." Aoyama Xiu Xin said with a heavy tone as he looked at Yanchuan Shilang.
"This..." Yanchuan Xianyou looked at his grandfather."
Yanchuan Shilang remained silent, and after a long while, finally exhaled, "Xiu Xin, you did well."
If one truly had the nation’s interests at heart, upon knowing their health situation, they should have voluntarily resigned.
But he endorsed Aoyama Xiu Xin’s actions."
Clearly, his self-interest outweighed his public-mindedness; he might want to do something for the country, but his top priority was still his power, as well as family legacy.
Most people in the world are selfish.
"Hai!" Aoyama Xiu Xin responded, then continued, "But this way, you’ll be very tired."
This was still a relatively euphemistic way of putting it, Yanchuan Shilang’s body continuing as Prime Minister would inevitably have a short lifespan."
As the nation’s leader, managing a large amount of work every day, attending numerous activities, all are extremely exhausting, and Yanchuan Shilang would have to forcefully endure all this with an aftereffect-ridden body in the future.
It’s uncertain how many years he can continue to live.
"But the country needs me, and you all need me, so I can only work injured until I collapse on the job." Yanchuan Shilang laughed freely."
Those ignorant might even truly believe how patriotic he was."
"Grandpa has sacrificed too much for the country." Aoyama Xiu Xin said movingly, but in his heart, he was dismissive, thinking that if Yanchuan Shilang indeed died on the job it would likely be publicly declared as death from exhaustion due to work, and the citizens would be deeply moved."
"Being in the position entails the responsibility." Yanchuan Shilang sighed, saying: "Xianyou, see Xiu Xin out."
"Hai!" Yanchuan Xianyou replied.
Aoyama Xiu Xin followed him out, bidding farewell at the door, and watched him enter the elevator before Yanchuan Xianyou turned back to the ward, "Grandpa, your health..."
Emotionally, he wanted to persuade his grandfather to resign."
"Xiu Xin is more rational than you about this." Before he could finish his sentence, Yanchuan Shilang interrupted.
Yanchuan Xianyou calmly said, "That’s why I’m the biological grandson, and he’s just your adopted grandson."
Yanchuan Shilang grinned, "That’s why, for you, the biological grandson, I need to hang on in this position for a few more years, I have to pave the way for you."
If he were to retire now to recuperate, he might live another ten years, but in those years, he might watch helplessly as the family declines.
So he chose to burn his life to illuminate future generations.
To family, he is a good elder.
To subordinates, he is a good boss.
To citizens, he is a good beast."
"Grandpa, it’s all because I’m not capable, making you worry." Yanchuan Xianyou was moved, tears welling up as he stepped forward to hold his grandfather’s hand and promised, "I definitely won’t disappoint your expectations and your efforts."
"Mm, Xianyou, Grandpa trusts you, our Yanchuan Family has been single lineage for several generations, but none were idle mediocrities, you won’t be either."