Chapter 132 Everything is planned. Everyone in the plan is...

The night was quiet, and occasionally one could hear faint screams from the distant streets shrouded in darkness.

“Knock.” “Knock.” “Knock.”

In the only prince's house in Hovyalin, only the prince's study was bright as day, and the rhythmic and slow knocking on the table drowned out the screams in Suohai's ears.

The housekeeper just reminded him to go to rest, but how could he fall asleep?

His niece Avril actually came to him to borrow troops. She wanted to kill his eldest brother who was now sitting on the throne. He thought she would remain quiet.

He leaned back weakly; none of this had anything to do with him.

He rubbed his nose in annoyance. Avril, this really gave him a big problem.

He didn't care what happened to Iskanar now. It had been like this for a long time, and it wasn't his fault.

If she fails, he will also be held accountable as an accomplice. With his big brother's mentality, the two of them will definitely stare at each other on the gallows.

But unfortunately, Avril knew why he was willing to help her back then.

The prince who looked so handsome and handsome on the outside was now in a state of decadence that no one had ever seen.

The candle was still burning, Suo Hai's eyes were dull, and he suddenly wondered why the candle light was so bright?

But who can be blamed for this, he thought eccentrically.

He is not a good man or a good father.

When he was young, in pursuit of so-called excitement, he married his beloved woman to a strange man.

This cannot be entirely his fault. After all, in Iskanar, his habits are much better than those of other nobles. He does not like torture and killing, nor does he like children. He also does not like to invite a bunch of women to his house to play for no reason. He despises those nobles who attack children from the bottom of his heart. It is really disgusting.

It’s fine if the children don’t understand, but how can the adults be so shameless?

Who would have known that in just one month, she would be noticed by the king who was on tour at the time.

She was taken to the palace, and he couldn't help but go to see her secretly. She was pregnant, and she was rejected by the king.

She became pregnant with the king's child, and her health deteriorated in the palace, so he advised her not to have the child.

In fact, he knew that he just didn't want her to give birth to his eldest brother's child.

She also knew that this was the last chance he gave her. If she didn't want the child, he would find a way to take her out of the palace.

Although he was a bastard prince and didn't care about many things in Iscana, he could still do this.

He didn't know whether she hated him or not, whether she had ever loved him or not. After all, she had never said the word "love" to him. Now he still couldn't get the answer, and perhaps he would never get the answer.

He couldn't persuade her, and from then on, he deliberately avoided hearing about how she was doing.

If a woman like her was thrown into the palace, in fact, if you didn't specifically ask, you wouldn't hear any sound.

She died quietly in a corner of the palace, and he was still the only prince of Iskanar.

He admitted that he still loved her, otherwise he would not have asked about her later.

I heard that she died giving birth to that child. I heard that it was a girl and the child disappeared.

It's really not worth it. She's trying so hard to give birth to the eldest brother's child. Are she trying to give birth to a baby boy and become the eldest brother's concubine?

Perhaps because he still loved her and felt guilty towards her, he began to look for the child.

Seven years later, he went back to the place where she died. The slave who delivered her was lucky enough to survive and gave him a letter.

Her last letter.

She said, I know you will come, maybe a month after I die, maybe a year, maybe ten years.

She said, I named my daughter Yolanda.

She said, that's your child.

She had always been smart and understood him well enough to know how to best arouse his guilt.

He did not give up looking for Yolanda, just like he gave up on her. It was not until six years ago that he finally heard news of Yolanda.

The ninth princess, Avril, went against all objections and decided to take the sleeping third princess, Yolanda, to Maan Palace for care.

This was originally an insignificant matter to the king. The strange thing was that the king did not agree and even had the intention to kill him. He knew the king, and that was not the intention to kill Avril.

He had already lost her, how could he let their child die, no matter why Yolanda fell asleep, no matter why the king wanted to kill Yolanda.

He only knew that Ayulite's Maan Palace was the safest place for Yolanda in all of Iskanar.

The only sound in the study was his shallow breathing. He stared at the ceiling above his head with fatigue in his eyes.

"Yolanda has always known that you are her biological father." Avril's voice still echoed in his ears, echoing continuously.

He curled up, holding his head in pain, and every breath he took hurt his whole body.

Yolanda, will you hate him?

He abandoned her mother and ignored her for many years.

He is not a good father.

Would she be as clever as her mother? He didn't dare to think about it.

Can he make up for his guilt towards Yolanda by saving her life?

No, she has always been a smart woman. Although it seemed that she had left nothing behind, in fact, that little bit of dust was enough to weigh him down for many years and easily evoked the emotions that had been buried deep in his heart.

The guilt he felt for her, the remaining love he had for her, all the complicated feelings he had for her, she easily grafted all his feelings for her onto Yolanda.

Because of the guilt towards Yolanda, the ball, which had already solidified, became bigger and bigger.

And now, Avrilite's light words easily defeated him.

The scalding liquid slid down his face uncontrollably, leaving some residue on his slightly wrinkled face.

He was clearly a jerk, and she was a horrible woman.

“Pah.”

I don't know what made a sound, and it was particularly obvious in the lonely night.

Before Suo Hai had time to wipe his tears, he subconsciously looked back and saw that his niece who had come not long ago had opened his window.

He stood up suddenly, and because he was too anxious, his knee hit the heavy chair. The chair didn't move at all. He jumped up in pain, rubbed it casually, raised his eyes, and met the eyes of Aulite, who was dragging the night behind her and had calm eyes.

Suo Hai reacted quickly, his eyes widened as he pointed at her and the window frame under her feet: "How did you get up here?"

Without waiting for Aiwuli to answer, Suo Hai endured the pain in his knees and took a few steps over to grab her arm. "It's so high, come down quickly! It's not like I don't want to open the main gate for you. Go through the main gate next time."

Avril glanced at the tear marks on his face, resisted the instinctive urge to attack, and controlled her limbs to prevent Suo Hai from feeling stiff.

Suo Hai walked past her and closed the window again. Only then did he realize that he still had tears to wipe away. And all his actions just now, Suo Hai closed his eyes with despair. The image he had been cultivating...

He casually wiped the moisture off his face and walked up to Avril once again. Fortunately, his niece was not the kind of person who would talk nonsense.

"Isn't it the deadline for giving you an answer now?" Suo Hai returned to his usual state and spoke calmly.

Avril's eyes passed lightly over his red eyes: "Sorry to come here at this time, uncle."

"I think there's something that, as Yolanda's father, you're entitled to know."

The candle was a little shorter, but the charcoal in the fireplace was still burning, keeping the study warm.

Suo Hai felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

He stared in disbelief at Eulite, who was sitting opposite him. His eyes, which had almost recovered, became red again.

"You..." His throat was dry. Is there any evidence?

The rest of the questions were unanswerable, as Eulite's presence was proof of that.

He said, why did his elder brother, who never cared about his daughter, suddenly pay attention to Avril.

How could she be thrown into the battlefield at such a young age without mercy? How could such a genius, a humanoid machine with extraordinary perfection in killing, suddenly appear?

In her eldest brother's eyes, her daughter was actually a failure, just a failure.

Now, without asking, he could guess why his elder brother wanted to kill Yolanda, because failed products should be destroyed, and failed products are a hidden danger.

He lowered his head, and with the help of his knees, he placed his elbows heavily on his forehead.

Avril didn't see the sorrow in his eyes, nor did he see her downcast eyes, which were filled with emotionless scrutiny.

She felt that he was sad, very sad.

Suo Hai felt something blocking his chest and he couldn't breathe. He wanted to cry, but Avril was here. How could he let her laugh at him?

"Uncle." An indifferent voice sounded.

Suo Hai took a deep breath, quickly managed to compose his expression, and looked up.

Across from him, Avril's mouth opened and closed, and a string of sounds, one word at a time, floated into his ears.

Each syllable was like a huge rock, so strange, hammering at his ears again and again, and he seemed unable to hear clearly.

Avril didn't observe his expression any longer and stood up: "I should go, uncle."

She went back toward the window.

"Wait." Suo Hai said bitterly.

She looked back.

She couldn't see the look on his face as he lowered his head, but only felt the grief he was trying to suppress. She heard him say calmly, "Take the box from the desk."

After a pause, he added, "There is a passageway to the bookcase on the right."

His calmness was like a thick paste squeezed out of something, which seemed very deliberate to Avril.

She walked a few steps to the desk and opened the box directly. It was Suo Hai's exclusive badge.

She accepted it without hesitation, her calm eyes lingering on him for a moment: "I'm leaving."

Avril didn't care whether she got a response or not. She walked directly towards the passage that Suo Hai mentioned.

The candlelight in the study and the passage behind the bookcase are two different colors.

Fortunately, the modified parts of Avril included her eyes, so she could see clearly in the darkness without having to adapt.

She walked out with a blank expression, holding the touch of the box given by Sohai.

Yolanda has always known that Sohai François is her biological father. After all, her mother only left her two words.

Suo Hai is your father.

Also, survive.

The scarred hand holding the box tightened.

The plan Yolanda had given her, the plan she had kept in mind, had finally been completed a little.

There seems to be a book in the heart, which turns its pages automatically without wind:

"Tell him that I have always known that he is my father. Give him some time, and when you think it is the right time, tell him all the pain I have been through.

Avril, don't try to break into the palace alone and get yourself hurt."

Suo Hai was the only one left in the study again.

Sobbing softly and crying silently with her hands covering her face.

Did he really not hear clearly?

No, he heard it clearly.

"Are you worried that Yolanda will hate you? Don't worry, she no longer feels hatred, no matter what emotion it is."