Son kills father

Chapter 45: Son Kills Father

In the evening, after school, children of the same age went out together. Ji Qi and Peng Yu became good friends, but were unexpectedly stopped by the Little Bully group.

"Peng Yu, we're going to Xunxian Street, you can come with us."

Xunxian Street is the nearest red-light district to the college. It is the most crowded place for people to have fun, eat, drink, gamble and have sex. There is no age limit, and whoever pays is the boss.

"I'm not going."

Zhou Shi'an moved to the left to block them, and said with his hands on his hips in an imposing manner, "Since I've invited you, it would be a disrespect to me if you don't go. Peng Yu, Ji Qi, you two just make up the number of people. I'll take you to do something different."

Ji Qi groaned, pulling Peng Yu back a step and yelling, "What are you doing? If you need help, go find someone yourselves. Peng Yu and I despise your despicable behavior. We won't be in the same boat or get involved in this filthy business. Do you understand?"

"Little Prince, why don't we go somewhere else to play? They don't want to go, and we can't force them to go."

One is the eldest son of the Regent's Palace, and the other is the grandson of the royal uncle. Judging from their fathers' backgrounds, neither Peng Ji nor anyone else can afford to offend them.

Zhou Shian refused to be humiliated and knew this was the truth, so he said harshly, "Why are you so arrogant? You're just relying on the fact that you're the regent's only son and look down on everyone else."

"What are you talking about, Zhou Shian? Ah Yu doesn't want to go, so she doesn't want to go. Even if your cousin comes, we won't go."

Peng Yu was distant and refused clearly, "I don't think so. I just don't like going. Don't invite us for such things in the future."

Ji Qi whistled as he passed a few people. Zhou Shi'an felt that he was being mocked. He looked at their backs and howled, "Everyone knows that your mother is honored by her son. The prince's biological mother is not a princess, but an orphan from an obscure family."

"Zhou Shian, you're asking for a fight."

Peng Yu turned around with a sullen face. His small face was chubby, and his frown gave him a terrifying aura.

Zhou Shian shrugged and said stubbornly, "Why? What did I say wrong? Otherwise, why is her name not in the register? Why does the Regent's Palace only have a wife and no princess? There is no wedding ceremony. It's not legitimate. If you marry the princess, you will see if you can still be the prince and whether your biological mother is still alive."

Peng Yu was the first to slap him, then kicked him, and Ji Qi followed closely behind. The three-on-two melee was in a fierce battle.

The one who was beaten the hardest was also the most seriously injured. After returning home, Peng Yu could not avoid seeing Yi Huan. Half of his body was huddled behind the door frame, covering the back of his still bleeding hand, and pitifully called out: "Mother..."

After hearing their son's "heroic deeds", the Zhou couple taught Zhou Shi'an a lesson and hurriedly prepared generous gifts to come to their house to apologize. They acted very humble and kept saying nice words to apologize.

Yi Huan did not show up to hear the whole story, but walked back to the yard without saying a word. Peng Zuoyuan followed behind him and waved his hand to let Chang Er handle the Zhou family's affairs on his own.

The mother and son looked at each other for a long time. Yi Huan said nothing and walked past him.

"Father."

Peng Zuoyan stopped and asked, "What's wrong?"

"If someone uses foul language and insults his mother, of course the son has to beat them up until they apologize."

"Well, I already know the cause and effect. You were right to hit me. I'll apply some medicine and bandages to the wounds on your body later."

Peng Yu caught up with him and asked, "Father, those people framed my mother, but why isn't she your princess? Can you tell me the reason?"

Zhou Shian's words did make Peng Yu question it, but on the other hand, he saw that his father had always loved his mother. Is the position of princess really that important?

Peng Zuoyuan stopped half-squatting and spoke, regardless of whether he understood or not, and said as simply as possible: "Yu'er, I'm very happy that you are standing up for your mother. Although your mother doesn't want my concubine position, she will always be your mother, my first wife, my lover, and the eternal and only mistress of the mansion. You are also the only prince of the mansion. So you must know that some things are not as they seem on the surface. The matter between your mother and me is very complicated. You don't understand it now, but you will know it when you grow up."

"Can't I know now?"

"You're only six years old. You should think about things your age should think about. You'll understand adult matters when you grow up."

Peng Yu felt a flash of loss. He didn't understand why his mother was his father's beloved. His father felt so miserable watching his mother's love, and he didn't understand what his mother's true happiness was.

No one had revealed the truth before. Peng Yu had a premonition, but he never asked about their affairs. He was obsessed with false illusions, so that when others slandered him, he could only speak with his fists and could not even make a strong and reasonable rebuttal.

He wanted to know their past, he wanted to grow up, and he wanted to make sure those slanderous words would never appear around her again.

When Peng Yu was ten years old, he often ran between the military camp in the suburbs and his home. Peng Zuoyuan began to think about the future and excitedly took out the map of Dayu.

"Ah Huan, this is the map of my dynasty. I plan to choose a place for Yu'er to train and lead in the future. Which place do you want to choose?"

Yi Huan was not interested in choosing, "I won't choose, your son, you can choose for yourself."

"Yangzhou and Chuzhou are both wealthy and adjacent to each other, and they are also built on the sea. If we put in a good effort to govern them, the local economy will surely develop."

Peng Zuoyan didn't miss her sarcastic expression and asked, "What's wrong?"

"He is extremely powerful and at the peak of his career. He is truly admired and yearned for."

"My glory is the glory of our family. Even if I fall, we still have Yu'er. We will protect you for the rest of your life."

Yi Huan curled her lips and said nothing, but she insisted on destroying this peace with her own hands. A family that had never had true love was so hypocritical.

Peng Zuoyuan understood what she hadn't said yet, and he could guess her plan to some extent, but he didn't have any reservations about Peng Yu because he knew her plan. Peng Yu was the future ruler of the palace, not to mention that he was still young, and he would not be afraid even if he was a full-fledged father.

It's just that when I occasionally get lost in this family that is not really a home, where the wife is not a wife and the father is not a father, I will feel a little regretful.

The bitter fruit that is forced is indeed sour.

Peng Yu had a good life for the first sixteen years of his life. His father loved his mother, who was as gentle as the rain. His family was outstanding and he never lacked resources or money.

But he always had a premonition that this illusion of calm would be broken one day.

Hunting in Canglong Mountain is such an opportunity.

Peng Zuoyuan was going to Wanlongdao hunting today, and Yi Huan saw him off at the door.

"If you are bored at home, send a message and come find me."

"Um."

Yi Huan thought about the plan to be carried out tomorrow, and looked at him with a smile. There was something wrong with this look. Peng Zuoyan took two steps forward and then came back and said, "Ah Huan, let's go out for fun sometime. Let's see the sea and the vast world. Wherever you want to go, I will always follow you."

"Maybe there's a chance."

The sound of horse hooves faded into the distance, and Yi Huan turned around and asked, "Where's Peng Yu?"

"The prince received the news yesterday and led all his troops out. They have already arrived at Wanlong Road."

The one who reported this was Qunshan. Although the shop owner of Yi Huanzhao was loyal to the Peng family, the real master behind the scenes was Yi Huan. They all knew what he was up to.

"You take your men there in person, and greet the prince on the way back."

"yes."

In the dim room, all the servants were sent away. Yi Huan sat at the round table and leisurely made a cup of tea, calculating the time in his mind. Peng Zuoyan and his horse should be back soon.

"Dong-dong-dong."

Hearing the inconsistent footsteps, a look of disappointment flashed across her face. Although her leg was broken, she was still alive. She was not dead.

There would be no chance anymore, she would not be able to kill him.

Peng Zuoyan held onto the door frame as he entered. He was surprised to see her waiting there, the square seal resting on her blood-stained palm. He asked tremblingly, "How could a seal like this appear on those people? Ah Huan, is this a misunderstanding?"

"Tsk." Yi Huan laughed at his self-deception and admitted it, asking, "Seeing is believing, don't you believe it?"

Yi Huan tilted his head to the left, taking in the bloody right leg pierced by the arrow. He sighed, "It will probably be impossible to reattach it in more than five hours. I spent all my energy, money, and manpower just to break one of your legs."

Her words were full of pity, and Peng Zuoyan almost fell down. Although he had expected the truth, he didn't expect it to be so painful when he heard it.

"Where's Peng Yu? He tried to assassinate you. Was he imprisoned or killed?"

How could she say such heartbreaking words in such a casual, nonchalant tone? Peng Zuoyan took a few steps forward, sat down panting, and replied, "I took him home. He's in prison."

"From the look on your face, you should have known that it was me who asked him to do it?"

"Ahuan, why?"

The tea leaves clattered against the tabletop. Yi Huan's face was filled with anger. "You're asking questions even though you already know the answer."

"You never let go of your hatred for me."

"From the moment I agreed to give birth to that bastard, I thought of this day. Sure enough, just as I expected, father and son turned against each other and killed each other. Peng Zuoyuan, is this drama interesting?"

Twenty-three years of forbearance finally broke out today, and all the hard work in planning was worth it.

"For the past ten years, I have raised the son of my enemy. Fortunately, now that you and your son have killed each other, I can avenge my vengeance a little and comfort my heart. I am so happy."

Peng Zuoyan clutched his left chest in pain and said hurtly, "For so many years, I was just wishful thinking and self-indulgent, thinking that you..."

"Did you think I'd be more lenient with you just because I'm pregnant? Did you think I'd completely forgotten the past by being content with the illusion of father-son love? Haha, when did the dignified Regent Prince become so naive? You've ruined my life, my friends, and my lover. If I had fallen in love with you, you would have condemned me to eternal damnation."

Peng Zuoyan held onto the edge of the table with his ten fingers, his eyes red and tears welling up. He said with a mixture of love and hate, "Ah Huan, you are the most cruel person in the world."

"Compared to you, I am ashamed of myself. I begged you so many times in the past, but you never let me go. Since you won't let me go, I can forget about living a good life. I am in this state now because of you! Do you think I want to be a criminal who planned for more than ten years to destroy a young boy? It's all your fault! You deserve it, and so do I. I just hope you don't join me in hell."

There was nothing he could do about the entanglement in this life. After death, or in the next life, Yi Huan never wanted to see him again.

Yi Huan also choked with tears and said in a strong voice: "I have never forgotten it. I only regret that you only have a broken leg."

“Ah!”

Peng Zuoyan lowered his head and cried out in pain, his whole body trembling as if in pain, tears hanging on his lower eyelashes. He could not utter a strong rebuttal and could only beg, "Ah Huan, stop talking."

Pain also brings clarity.

Peng Zuoyan could no longer deceive himself into thinking that Yi Huan would be moved by him and would slowly fall in love with him. To him, Yi Huan was his enemy, someone he wanted to kill quickly. How could he possibly be moved by him?

It was his blind naiveté that made him see through it only now. How painful.

"Are you upset? Are you sad? I was also sad when Ah Yu died. What did you do? I can't help but hate you. You deserve to die a thousand times for what you did. You destroyed me and killed Chao Lanyu. Why shouldn't you pay the price? Everything that happened now is your own fault. You deserve it."

Peng Zuoyan laughed out loud, feeling completely ridiculous and pathetic. With despair and hopelessness, he said, "Ah Huan, I admit it. I accept it."

Peng Yu was simply locked up in a bright underground prison. Although there were rumors about why he was put in there, no one dared to punish him harshly. The furnishings and treatment in the prison were all good.

"Mother, does father blame you? Are you okay?"

"Are you still going to play dumb?"

Peng Yu stood up to greet her and evasively said, "Mother, it was my son's fault for not doing his job well and failing to complete the task you assigned me. If he punishes me, I will bear the full responsibility and accept any price."

"You should know that I chose you to kill my father, and even if I decided to do it, he wouldn't do anything to you."

"Mother." Peng Yu looked at her stubbornly and repeated, "I don't know, I don't know."

Yi Huan laughed sarcastically, "You and your son are both equally blind."

"When I saw you as a child, I always had the urge to kill you. Every time you came, I suppressed my nausea. You were the product of rape, and giving birth to you was part of the plan. I had a difficult labor, and it was the hatred I harbored for you that gave me the strength to do it."

"us?"

Yi Huan nodded calmly, and with his gentle and indifferent eyes, he said the cruelest truth, "Yes, because you are his son, I have never truly loved you."

"But you loved me so much before..."

"That's fake. I didn't start raising you until you were two years old because I thought you were crying and making a fuss. After that, I only took care of you when you weren't crying and making a fuss. Didn't you notice? I didn't take care of you all the time."

How could there be no clues? As someone in the game, I vaguely felt it, but with the sweetness ahead, I didn't want to dwell on it.

Peng Yu firmly denied it, "I don't believe it. We've been mother and son for sixteen years. Have you ever shown me any softness or affection? Your intentions are fake, but you did raise me. I can feel your feelings for me. Mother, you cared for me and gave me maternal love. Is that fake too?"

Yi Huan sighed, "Using one's own body to set up a trap, who can tell the difference between true and false?"

"Mother, can't you lie to me forever?"

"I gave birth to you, waiting for this day. He and I have no feelings of husband and wife, and you and I have no feelings of mother and son. Do you know how dirty your blood is? Do you know what our identities are?"

"Ah Huan, stop talking."

Peng Zuoyan came from behind, his lips pale and his face tired, but he still wanted to keep this shameful secret.

Yi Huan turned around with a smile, but his eyes were filled with deep sadness, "Why didn't you say it?"

"You and I are half-siblings from the same father. It's a miracle that the child born from this blood relationship is you, Apengyu, and you are born healthy and well."

"Mother."

Peng Yu knelt down with tears in his eyes, took a few steps forward with his knees bent, and pulled her sleeve, saying, "Mother, if you want to vent your anger, just kill me. You gave me my life, and I owe you my life. It is only right that I give it to you."

"Peng Yu, let me tell you, you are the son of Peng Zuoyuan, so you are not innocent either. You and your son are both the main culprit, and neither of you is innocent. Yet you put on such a pitiful appearance. Am I wronging you by imprisoning you for decades?"

So don't look at me with those pitiful and innocent eyes.

Peng Yu drew the dagger from his waist and raised it high, pleading, "Mother, you hate your son. Please kill me. Will killing me calm the hatred in your heart?"

Holding the cold dagger handle in his hand, Yi Huan held it firmly, pressed it against his shoulder, and threw it at him fiercely.

"If I wanted to kill you, I wouldn't have given birth to you, nor would I have raised you for more than ten years."

A hint of hope appeared on Peng Yu's face, and Yi Huan continued, "Because I want you to suffer a fate worse than death."

"If you die, won't my efforts be in vain? You are his own son, cast by his own hands. If you take action, it will be a painful betrayal. Now that I have achieved my goal, there is no need for me to pretend to be a loving mother and son with you anymore."

"Mother, I am not a tool, I am a human being, your biological child."

Yi Huan watched him in pain and sorrow quietly. After a while, he pulled out his clothes and said condescendingly, "You once asked me why your father and mother were like this. Now I can tell you."

"Why am I not nice to him? Why don't I love him or dislike him? Because he is a scumbag!"

The following words overturned Peng Yu’s life for the past sixteen years.

The drooping shoulders were powerless to straighten up again. Peng Yu turned his head and asked with difficulty, "Father, is what Mother said true?"

Two pairs of eyes, one standing and one kneeling, looked at her with amusement. Peng Yu didn't want him to admit that it was desire.

Peng Zuoyan shook his head and sighed softly, saying truthfully, "I am the one who has let your mother down."

Yi Huan left resolutely and never looked back once.