After Chen Yin recovered from his uneasy mood, Chu Lu placed two business cards in front of the child. He believed that with the child's intelligence, he would understand what he implied and how to make a choice.

Chen Yin also saw it.

He couldn't help but take a big step back and looked at Chu Lu in surprise and suspicion, but he lowered his head when the older man's expression did not change at all.

He hesitated: "You know?"

Knowing that he still remembered his past and knowing that he was deliberately pretending to be his father.

Chen Yin's pretense was actually not very clever. Even if it wasn't Chu Lu, any slightly careful adult would have noticed the incongruity. However, for a child who was only six or seven years old and had encountered an unexpected change, he was already cautious far beyond his age.

Chu Lu nodded, confirming his question.

But Chen Yin still had heavy concerns in his heart. He didn't know how much the other party knew and to what extent.

Mr. Xie knows, is he... a descendant of the Chen family?

The Chen family who destroyed Qi Jianchang and had a grudge against him for destroying his country and killing him...

Chen Yin only felt a chill spreading from his fingertips, and his body, which had just regained some warmth after entering the house, became cold again.

But before the emotions could ferment further, a warm and heavy hand fell on the top of the head again.

It was actually quite easy to guess what this kid was thinking. Chu Lu could tell at a glance what he was struggling with.

He thought for a moment and said, "I am already dead, so you don't have to worry."

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Chu Lu did not urge the child to make a choice immediately, but early the next morning, the other party took one of the identity cards and handed it to Chu Lu, and also changed the address to "Uncle."

Chu Lu was not surprised by his choice.

The owners of the two photos had different life trajectories, but the most significant difference was that one had an only son who was about the same age as Chen Yin, while the other was single.

The choice Chu Lu asked the child to make was very clear: either completely abandon the past and start a new identity - he didn't mind having an extra son to raise, or still keep the original identity and be ready to go back at any time.

However, the choice was given, and Chu Lu had already guessed the child's final decision.

——After all, judging from Chen Yin’s behavior these past few days, he doesn’t look relieved at all, but that’s not something that can be easily relieved.

Without the name that made both of them feel annoyed, Chu Lu nodded in a good mood and accepted the photo. But before he could say anything, he was almost choked to death by Chen Yin's next words -

The child's eyes were burning and his tone was firm: "I want to rebel!!"

Chu Lu: "..."

“…………”

No, I can't wait any longer.

Children’s psychological education must be put on the agenda immediately!

Ten years later.

The tenth year of Kangping, this era name changed after the migration to the south probably embodied the emperor's deepest wish.

The barbarians moved south to occupy the land, and the six states of the Northern Prefecture had long been in name only. However, after the first few years of Emperor Chang's panic during his migration to the south, he found that his life had not changed much, and with the natural barrier of the river as a barrier, he did not have to fear the barbarians crossing the river to the south.

With his personal safety guaranteed, Emperor Chang soon immersed himself in the soft Wu dialect and the fragrant air from the beauties of Jiangnan. However, he did not forget to compose poems and paint, in memory of Concubine Yue who passed away young and their child who died young. When the literati of Jiangnan heard this, they all praised him as a "lovesick man".

However, it was a piece of good news from the north that finally pulled Emperor Chang, who had become increasingly indifferent to state affairs in recent years, off the beauty bed.

Originally, there were righteous men in the north who organized young and strong men to fight against the barbarians. Now they have recovered three states. Some officials have submitted a petition to request a title for them, in the name of the official army, to demonstrate their determination to recover the land.

Emperor Chang did not look very good.

Unlike those noble families whose roots and businesses were all in the north and who were constantly clamoring to go north to recover their territory, Emperor Chang did not feel that the present was any different from the past. He did not want to recall the embarrassment of his hasty move south. If it were not for the people in the court who mentioned "going north" every few days, he would have almost forgotten that the capital of Dachang was not originally here.

——But what does that matter?

I am the emperor of Dachang.

Where I am is the capital.

But it still has to be sealed.

No matter how lazy he had been over the years, as an emperor who had been on the throne for twenty-five years, Emperor Chang had all the instincts of an emperor, and he immediately sensed a threat to himself.

The barbarians went south to plunder every year, but they had no intention of governing the land. Therefore, although the six states of the Northern Prefecture had actually fallen, they were still nominally the territory of Dachang.

But if someone suddenly appeared at this time and recovered the "lost land", it would be equivalent to half of the country falling into the hands of others... He, the emperor, would be in danger. Moreover, although he was called a "righteous man", if he really recovered the land of the six states and occupied the land in the north, would he have no idea of going south? Or, was he really a "righteous man"?

The more Emperor Chang thought about it, the more frightened he became, and the more he thought about it, the hotter the dragon throne under his butt began to feel.

Not only must it be sealed, it must be sealed quickly.

The sooner the rebel army is named "Dachang", the better.

No matter who that person is, he must be firmly nailed down as a "righteous man" and a minister of Dachang.

...When it comes to his own safety and the stability of the throne, no matter which emperor he is, he will act quickly.

Only on the second day did the envoy head north with the reward.

"Coincidentally", the envoy was a member of the Yue family who was promoted by Emperor Chang out of gratitude for his old relationship with the late Concubine Yue.

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But the news that came back a few days later shocked Emperor Chang.

It turned out that the hero who single-handedly recruited young and strong men and recovered the three states was actually a teenager who had not yet been crowned. According to the envoy, the boy's eyes and eyebrows were 70% similar to those of his cousin, the late Concubine Yue.

Although the messenger did not say it explicitly because it was difficult to speculate about the affairs of the heavenly family, the meaning of the news was very clear.

——This “righteous man” is most likely the Sixteenth Prince who survived falling off a cliff ten years ago.

Northland.

Chen Yin's hand holding the letter was shaking slightly. He had to use almost all his strength to control the strength in his hands so as not to tear the fine snow paper into pieces.

His teeth were almost grinding.

——How dare he? ! How dare that person? ! !

The tent was opened, and Chen Yin subconsciously restrained his expression, but he soon realized that there was only one person who could come in without being notified, so he did not continue to hide his feelings.

But now that his initial anger had passed, his expression was closer to sadness.

"Uncle... you are right."

He looked at the elder in front of him and tried to pull the corners of his lips, but it was obviously unsuccessful. "He asked me to go back."

Chen Yin knew that his biological father was very good at romance, whether it was poetry or painting, he was a master, and when he was in the mood, he would even compose music and play the strings and pipes himself...

This long letter, which was later delivered at full speed, was obviously written by him personally. The font was free and easy and full of strength, which made Chen Yin absolutely certain that the saying "the handwriting reflects the character" was just bullshit.

Every word in the letter is written with blood and tears, and the deep love and sincere intentions of the writer can be seen through the paper.

But Chen Yin just felt angry, so angry that he almost wanted to rush up to the man and question him.

——How dare he? ! How could he? ! !

That man had forced his mother to commit suicide with a sword ten years ago, and now he turned the sword against him and forced him off a cliff.

However, all of this seemed to be nothing in the other party's eyes. Only ten years later, he was able to act like a loving father in his letters without any abnormality.

Why does that person do that?!

As if to confirm the writer's mentality, Chen Yin forced his eyes to look at the black words on the paper again, but the ink imprinted in his eyes only made his stomach churn with discomfort and even his esophagus twitched faintly.

——It’s so disgusting that it makes people want to vomit!

The letter paper in his hand was taken away, and a cup of herbal tea was handed to him. Chen Yin subconsciously took it and took a big gulp, and then he shuddered at the bitter and astringent taste.

He spurted it all out at once, and spat several times to the side. He grabbed the water bag hanging on the wall, gargled and spit, and after struggling for most of the day, he raised his head again and looked at the young man in front of him accusingly, "Uncle, what are you doing?!"

"Yuzu leaves, clear heat," Chu Lu briefly explained, and then asked, "Are you calm?"

Chen Yin stopped talking.

He still felt a strange taste on his tongue, which could not be just "pomelo leaves".

It was bitter and astringent, and had a sour aftertaste. Vinegar must have been added to it. The root of his tongue felt numb and his mouth felt hot. He suspected that it was mixed with anesthetics and chili water...

Before he could complain, a bag of candied fruit wrapped in oil paper was handed to him.

In light of the cup of "grapefruit leaf tea" just now, Chen Yin was also very cautious when looking at this candied fruit. His face clearly showed "Is there anything in it that shouldn't be added?" However, before the person who handed it over showed the intention to take it back, he took it and muttered, "I'm not eight years old."

Chen·Not eight years old·Yin·The kid finished a bag of candied fruit in less than half an incense stick of time, and at the same time, an expression of "I want more" unconsciously appeared on his face.

Seeing that he was really calm, Chu Lu confirmed it one last time, "Are you sure you want to go back?"

The cheerful expression on Chen Yin's face, which had become cheerful because of the commotion just now, disappeared. He pursed his lips tightly, and his face once again showed a heaviness and depression that was not in line with his age.

But his tone was firm, "Go back! Of course I have to go back!!"

He has planned so much and prepared for so many years, why would he back down when the time comes?

Chu Lu expected this answer.

He just nodded and agreed, without saying anything more to dissuade him.

Chen Yin felt a little awkward.

Only at this moment did he realize that he actually hoped that the other party would keep him.

However, he knew for sure that he would never give up.

——How could I give up? How could I forget?!

He clearly remembered how his mother's eyes, which seemed to reflect the starry sky, turned empty and dim, and he dared not forget it for a moment.

Even at the very end, his mother thought he could survive.

She hoped to exchange her own self-determination for a chance to save her son's life.

But that man, the man who claimed to love her, never thought about keeping his promise...

No……

If it was a deliberate lie from the very beginning, how can it be called a "commitment"?