Meng Jingwei had to admit she had been shortsighted and arrogant after coming to the Hidden Clan.
At this moment, she was immersed in profound shock, unable to extricate herself for a long time.
"The gap between the rich and the poor in the Hidden Clan is enormous. The rich are incredibly wealthy, while the poor struggle to eat. This situation was caused by He Kaqing Tang after his usurpation. In the bustling city center, it seems like the country is prosperous and the people live in peace and contentment. However, these people are living their superior lives on the bones and blood of the impoverished."
He Xiaomingjin stared at the slum not far away, his facial muscles tense, his grip tight on the steering wheel, and obvious anger etched on his face.
At this moment, he was utterly different from his self just a few hours ago; even his aura had turned several degrees colder.
"If my grandfather wanted revenge, why would he have endured twenty years of hardship? He bore humiliation and carried heavy burdens solely for these people who had suffered so much from the storms and hardships of life. He only hoped to contribute, to save them from the fire and water, and lead them out of suffering.
He Kaqing Tang rules the Hidden Clan. As the Hidden Lord, he is autocratic and dictatorial, extorting the wealth of the people and being cruel and inhumane. The common people have long been filled with grievances, but they are powerless to resist. The rich in the affluent district use the least amount of money to enslave the people in the slum, yet no one empathizes with their misery.
Therefore, we are waiting..."
He paused, his sorrowful gaze shifting to Meng Jingwei, "We are waiting for you to reach an age sufficient to inherit the position of Hidden Lord of the Hidden Clan. The people of the Hidden Clan have strong traditional beliefs deeply ingrained. Only the true descendant of the Hidden Lord will be supported by everyone."
This was the reason they had waited and waited.
They had only hoped that Meng Jingwei would be old enough to inherit the position of Hidden Lord, to bring her back to the Hidden Clan, and to gain everyone's support to overthrow the current regime.
"Grandfather bears a heavy responsibility. He only wishes for the people to truly live in peace and prosperity, to escape poverty and become wealthy, not the heartbreaking scene before us."
He Xiaomingjin's brows furrowed tightly as he spoke with force, "I also hope, hope they don't have to suffer the hardships of the human world."
Meng Jingwei fell silent.
She suddenly didn't know what to say.
Living in a time of peace, Meng Jingwei lived a happy life under the protection of her country. How could she have known that in other parts of the world, people still suffered from lack of food and warmth?
He Xiaomingjin did not take Meng Jingwei into the slums because it was very chaotic there, and he was worried she might encounter danger.
On the way back from the slums, Meng Jingwei was very quiet. She tilted her head to the side, her thoughts heavy, as if a massive stone was pressing on her heart, making it difficult to breathe.
She knew she wasn't a saint. With her own affairs in disarray, how could she have the capacity to care about them?
Yet, for some reason, a voice seemed to be calling her from the depths of her heart, stirring her compassion.
Upon returning to the bamboo building, Meng Jingwei was very silent. After dinner, she watched television, but it was all local channels, and she couldn't understand anything they said.
She opened her computer. Although she could switch to the English version, all the news online was about the Hidden Clan's local affairs, and it couldn't be directly translated into English, making it akin to seeing nothing.
Having internet or not made no difference.
Knock, knock, knock—
He Xiaomingjin knocked on the door, "Sister Weiwei, are you asleep?"
"What is it?"
It was only seven or eight in the evening; how could she be asleep?
She even wanted to go down the mountain to the market to stroll around and experience the customs and traditions of the Hidden Clan.
Since she was here, she would accept it. She couldn't leave for a while, so there was no need for her to be too anxious.
"Grandfather sent me to ask you something."
"Oh."
She got up and walked to the door, pulling it open. "What is it?"
"Grandfather instructed me to teach you the dialect of the Hidden Clan. Learning it will take time. He asked me to ask you if you want to stay here during this period or if you'd prefer to move to a quieter place."