1019: 467: Ling Ao’s suicide?
Shocking Fu Lingxi!_2 1019: 467: Ling Ao’s suicide?
Shocking Fu Lingxi!_2 Hearing the venomous tone Gui Xingfu used to speak of himself, a cold sneer spread across Ling Ao’s face.
Gui Xingfu said: “I may lack dignity and spine, but I know their worth and wouldn’t desecrate them.
I won’t make any excuses or gild my actions.
In other words, even if I beco a harlot, I would never pretend to be chaste.
Whereas you, Ling Ao, play the harlot and yet insist on erecting a morial arch of chastity.
Your refusal to surrender to Suo Lun is out of jealousy, what does it have to do with dignity or spine?
Stop gilding your own face.”
These words struck straight at the most fragile part of Ling Ao’s heart.
Instantly, Ling Ao roared: “Gui Xingfu, don’t project your own craven fear of death onto .
I am not as spineless as you, not as devoid of righteousness and sha.
My knees are too stiff to kneel, and my back too firm to bend.”
Gui Xingfu said coldly: “You just can’t kneel to Lord Suo Lun, that’s all.
Gui Qinshao is the woman you love most, yet you sold her first-night rights to Zhi Li, willingly putting on a green hat for yourself.
Where have your dignity and backbone gone?”
Ling Ao’s face twisted, and with a fiery gaze he spat: “You were the one who sold out Gui Qinshao!”
“What’s the difference?” Gui Xingfu asked coldly: “I did ask you, didn’t I?
Did you refuse?
All you did was put on a dramatic show of punching the wall, creating a bloody scene of anguish for whom to see?
But in the end, you didn’t refuse, did you?
Are you guilty of selling out your own wife for wealth and status?”
Gui Xingfu’s words pierced right through Ling Ao’s most vulnerable part, driving him nearly mad.
Gui Xingfu continued: “Moreover, afterwards, you still grovelled at Zhi Li’s feet.
What if it were Suo Lun instead?
If soone asked him to offer up his wife to another man, what would he do?
He’d probably lead tens of thousands of troops to annihilate that man’s entire family.
That’s what dignity and spine are about, so don’t make excuses for your cowardice.”
Ling Ao roared: “He has tens of thousands of troops, I do not.”
Gui Xingfu said: “However, Suo Lun once had nothing, just a useless noble Samurai dal, but he still turned against Zhi Li, when Zhi Li was at the peak of his power, prospering with allies, dood without.
Yet at that ti, Suo Lun was as weak as an ant.
That is real dignity and spine, so don’t use your cowardice as an excuse.”
Ling Ao roared: “I am not cowardly, I would rather die now than kneel and beg Suo Lun for rcy.
That’s dignity, that’s backbone.”
“No, it’s jealousy!” said Gui Xingfu: “In your eyes, Zhi Li is royalty, elevated above all, so you feel it’s only natural to kneel to him, to offer your wife to him.
But Suo Lun was once a worthless dandy whom you looked down upon from your high perch, you despised him.
And now he shines brightly, as the sovereign of a nation, and you don’t even have the right to look up at him.
You are jealous, and this jealousy overwhelms the pain of becoming a prisoner, so you would rather be jailed than kneel and beg him for rcy.
And you mistake this jealousy for dignity and backbone.”
The ugliest truths within Ling Ao’s heart were brutally ripped open by Gui Xingfu, leaving him in unbearable pain.
“Ah, ah…” Ling Ao banged his head desperately against the iron bars of the cell, howling: “Watch, Gui Xingfu, just watch, Suo Lun won’t be pleased for long, once the rabbit dies, the hunting dog boils; when the birds are gone, the bow is put away.
This is the unchanging truth, Suo Lun’s end will co soon, and you will follow him to hell.”
In the face of Ling Ao’s mad curses, Gui Xingfu remained calm and said quietly: “Xia Ao, do you know what it ans to fight with your back to the river?
This does not only refer to life itself, but also to a person’s spiritual world.
It’s okay to be weak and shaless, any character trait can make you strong.
But the key is to see yourself clearly, only by understanding oneself can one avoid going in the wrong direction.
Harlotry is noble, so is chastity.
But a harlot who pretends to be chaste is unacceptable.
At least until this harlot becos a saint, it is unacceptable.”
Gui Xingfu squatted down, gently touching the top of his head: “Xia Ao, there are two paths before you.
First, recognize the truth of your cowardice and inferiority, see reality clearly, then kneel down humbly.
Of course, even if you kneel, Lord Suo Lun may not notice you.
When you’ve chosen a path, you will not notice an ant on the side of the road bowing to you.
The second path, to truly chase dignity and backbone, is very simple, commit suicide!
Prove your dignity and spine with your life.”
At these words, Ling Ao shuddered.
Gui Xingfu said: “It’s about ti, I must go to the Cabinet for roll call.
Now I have beco the Minister of the Departnt of Punishnts of the kingdom, also a Cabinet minister, and the only loyal dog of Lord Suo Lun in the Cabinet.”
Upon hearing these words, Ling Ao’s eyes suddenly lit up.
Gui Xingfu said: “I know what you’re thinking, you want to avoid kneeling to Suo Lun and yet still walk out of this cell through my help, continuing to rise to power.
Let tell you, it’s not possible.
I am Lord Suo Lun’s loyal dog, and anything I do must follow his will.
If you want to rise, it’s only with his permission.
My ssage remains the sa, if you’ve descended to being a harlot, then stoop to flatter, kneel, humble yourself completely.
When you visit the brothels, how do you treat those harlots who see themselves as privileged?
Don’t you just slap them?
When can a harlot afford to be arrogant?
Talk about it when you’ve risen to beco a celebrated courtesan!”
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