Even if, even if the person standing on the Wind, Fire and Thunder Lion was not him, Lin Pojun, but Lin Che.

If Lin Che was still his son...

Lin Pojun didn't want to think about it. He was going to kill Lin Che, but the scene before him of Lin Che riding on the Wind, Fire and Thunder Lion to break into the city and casually waving the spear in his hand to kill a group of town guards was still too shocking.

He couldn't help but think about it.

What if Lin Che is still his son?

He must still be the Duke of Zhenguo. His son, Lin Che, has completely inherited his legacy. He has reached the seventh rank at a young age, can lead an invincible army, and is also a great scholar whose war poems have astonished the world...

That group of court officials would surely all bow down to him, and the whole world would spread the word: Lin Pojun's family education is unparalleled, and he has cultivated a genius who is both civil and military.

Zhenguo Mansion, everlasting! !

What a pity, what a pity...

It’s all Cheng Qiuci’s fault. Why did she tell him that Lin Che was not his biological child?

It’s all the fault of the Yuxu Palace. Why does the saint have to enter the Holy Pregnancy Cave once?

Otherwise, Lin Pojun would treat his children equally, and the relationship between father and son would definitely not be so strained.

"Lin Pojun——"

At this moment, a loud sound suddenly came from afar, like a knife or a sword, exploding in his ears.

Lin Pojun suddenly woke up and looked up, only to find that the spear in Lin Che's hand had pierced through Commander Xiao's chest, but his eyes did not even look at the dying Commander Xiao, but looked straight at him.

"Today, the entire Zhenguofu family was buried in a foreign land! Are you satisfied?"