Tokyo: The life of a literary giant begins with home self-defense!

Chapter 414 There are no good people in the Kujo family!

The sun shines brightly outside, and the pleasant sound of flowing water occasionally drifts from under the eaves.

"You are."

Long Chuanche frowned, feeling somewhat incredulous.

"I'm not kidding."

Imamura Yukawa seemed to know what he was going to say, and his forehead was already covered with a few grains of dust as he straightened up.

“This house has more than you can imagine, and similar things have happened before.”

Longchuan Che sat on one side of the room.

Above his head, a majestic lion surveys all directions, while an eagle stands proudly among the pine trees.

These two masterpieces of the Kano school should have been hung in the Emperor's Palace.

"No matter what..."

Ryukawa Tetsu was somewhat speechless. To take someone's life just for fighting over the family fortune meant either the Kujo family's status was beyond his comprehension, or the old man was a madman.

"Will Xiazi be alright?"

Longchuan Che suddenly thought of that girl.

On one side was her biological mother, and on the other was her unreliable older brother.

He was somewhat worried that the other party might actually side with her mother.

My forehead has a dull, tingling pain, as if something uncomfortable is about to come out.

Ryukawa Tetsu shook his head as he looked at Imamura Yuukawa.

“I don’t know what she will do; no one, including her father, can know what she’s thinking.”

When Kujo Fujitaka was arranging everything, he deliberately sent the girl away.

This indicates that he doesn't trust girls either.

A girl who can see through everything is a powerful weapon in this scheming and backstabbing family.

Ryukawa Tetsu suspected that if the girl told her mother that the old man was still alive, it was hard to say whether everything would still go as Kujo Fujitaka had planned.

"So you want me to marry your daughter to ensure that if her family loses the power struggle, I can let her live?"

Longchuan Che propped his chin up and looked out the window.

All Kujo Fujitaka did was to ensure that Ryukawa Tetsu could smoothly take over the family business after his death.

Xia Zi's mother is a woman of deep thoughts. His sudden reappearance after being away from home for many years may not be able to deal with that woman and her supporters.

Longchuan Che thought to himself, "Then why don't I just leave?"
However, considering that the old man has already arranged everything, he probably won't stop just because he refused to attend tonight's dinner.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Longchuan Che stared blankly at the sun outside.

When an old person dies, all sorts of things that are usually unseen will come to light.

Loyal, cunning, and premeditated.

Tatsukawa Tetsuya began to doubt whether he was in 21st-century Japan.

Rather, it refers to the Heian period, a time of feudalism in Kyoto.

The words of high-ranking officials and noble families can determine the life or death of others.

The throne of glory is built from piles of white bones.

Looking out the window, Tatsukawa Tetsu somewhat understood why Kujo Seiko wanted to take him away from here.

"Why isn't it changed yet?"

Imamura Yukawa took Ryukawa Toru's diary and left.

Long Chuanche was staring blankly at the "Eight Lions in All Directions" painting above his head, so much so that when the young lady arrived, he was still sitting there dumbfounded.

The girl changed into a light blue lacquer kimono with diamond-shaped vine patterns on the shoulders.

The pattern was slightly different from when he picked him up today; Ryukawa Tetsu recognized it as the Nijo family crest.

"Thinking about something."

Longchuan Che smiled at the girl.

The girl had beautiful raven hair, which was tied up with a ribbon.

Her long black hair reached down to her hips, where it was tied in a small knot at about two-thirds of the way down.

"Hurry up and change, it's about to start."

Natsuko Imamura glanced at the table next to Toru Ryukawa, where a set of dark black crested haori hakama sat.

The black haori wasn't fancy, but the vine-like pattern on it was jarring.

This family has influenced the country in every aspect since the reign of Emperor Monmu. The young lady brought the crested haori hakama to Tatsukawa Tetsu.

You should

Looking at the girl's pretty face, Long Chuanche hesitated.

"You wouldn't do anything stupid, would you?"

Thinking about it carefully, since the old man actually appeared in front of her last night, it's unnecessary to know whether the young lady knew about his faked death.

The Nijo family has arrived at the house, and the old man should be in a state where he doesn't care if he is discovered.

"Are you worried about me?"

The young lady raised an eyebrow, a slight smile playing on her lips. This girl looked gentle, but she often gave Long Chuanche the feeling of a little fox.

They often hide in the mountains and forests, leaving a few plum-like marks under the pine trees when it snows heavily.

No one can see through her, but she can see through everyone.

Such a person should have been called a wise man in ancient times.

"Aren't we friends?"

Longchuan Che flipped through the diary, which contained a lot of information related to the young lady.
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His telepathic abilities originated from the ancient Buddhist text, the Avatamsaka Sutra, which gave him the ability to understand the capacities of sentient beings and guide them to recite Amitabha's name.
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The little girl is amazing, but I'm not bad either.

Long Chuanche's eyelids twitched as he looked at the diary. It said that the earliest source of the book on reincarnation and past wisdom was the "Bardo Thodol" (Tibetan Book of the Dead), which states that the formation of a fetus is due to the attraction of karma.

"How much do you admire Buddha Shakyamuni?"

Natsuko Imamura walked over and pointed to me again. "I'm not much different from others. I was born with precocious intelligence and became a Buddha. I am the only one who is supreme in heaven and earth."

"Don't worry!"

Longchuan Che closed the diary. Sneaking a peek at a diary is really annoying.

The girl shrugged and sat down next to Long Chuanche.

"Do not worry."

The girl placed the crested haori hakama behind Ryukawa Tetsuya and yawned lazily.

"My mother can't win against my grandfather, so I won't do anything dangerous."

The young lady's words relieved Long Chuanche. He didn't care if those people died since the young lady wasn't involved.

"but."

The girl's words made Long Chuanche's heart leap into his throat again.

Her beautiful eyebrows curved into a smile as she hugged her legs, resting her face on her knees.

"But I want to save her."

Sunlight streamed through the bamboo blinds, falling on a man and a woman.

The dappled shadows were cast on the girl's beautiful face. Here, "she" refers to Natsuko's birth mother, as Tatsukawa Tetsu knows.

"How do you want to save them?"

Long Chuanche took a deep breath. The girl walked towards the opposite side of the old man, but could a little bit of supernatural power really stand against the old man who controlled the ancient family?
The boy didn't know, and wasn't clear about it.

"I hate you, Tatsukawa Tetsu."

Natsuko Imamura stretched out a finger and rubbed it against the boy's eyebrow.

A rubbing sound came from Long Chuanche's brow bone, and Long Chuanche heard the other person say:

"Grandpa favors you, and Aunt Xizi loves you."

The girl took a deep breath.

"Even the literature that I am proud of has been won over by you with despicable tricks."

What does "despicable" refer to here?
Longchuan Che guessed that the girl was referring to the books that didn't belong to him.

"You hate me, but more people hate you."

Long Chuanche remained silent for a long time, then, having gained insight into the nature of sentient beings, he guided them to recite Amitabha's name.

The ability to guess what people are thinking is inherently off-putting.

"I do not care."

The young lady cradled Long Chuanche's face and moved closer to the boy.

“My mother wants the Kujo family, and my grandfather won’t give up the Nijo family’s assets.”

The girl's breath had a musky, orchid-like scent.

When he got close enough, Tatsukawa Tetsu could see the other person's pink cherry lips.

Those tiny lips looked as if they had cut off April flowers and then dipped them in a honey pot.

"My grandfather said he would let my mother go if I married you."

The young lady, who was saying she hated herself, moved her pink cherry blossom-colored lips a little closer to the boy.

"She will have a place where spring is warm and flowers bloom to retire in."

He gripped his collar and pressed it against his forehead.

Longchuan Che saw the girl's clear eyes.

"She is, after all, my biological mother. No matter how much she hates me, she is still my mother."

"So?" Long Chuanche swallowed hard, the gentle look on his forehead indicating that he was getting a little too close to the other person.

"So you have to marry me."

Natsuko Imamura said with a smile.

Kujo Fujitaka, who threatens the girl's birth mother with her life, and Nijo Maki, who desperately wants to usurp the girl's place.

Even Tatsuya Ryukawa wrote about it in his childhood diary.
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With the Nijo family's power and the development of the economic system, political parties may not be able to completely control the power of capital.
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I should marry her.
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Everything belonging to the Kujo family is mine, and everything that was divided among the families should also be mine.

There's also Tetsuya Kujo, who has been plotting to marry his partner since childhood.

"Where are the good people in this family?"

Longchuan Che sighed as he looked at the girl's beautiful face.

(End of this chapter)