The child was only six years old; he didn't even have time to cry for help.

Fresh blood gushed from his mouth.

He stared wide-eyed in disbelief at Li Shengyuan, who was laughing maniacally.

Tears seemed to be rolling down his cheeks.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but ultimately breathed his last.

Li Shengyuan, his face covered in blood, used the child's body to wipe the blood off his sword.

Then, she dismissively shook him off, as if throwing away a rag.

Then, he grinned maliciously as he looked at the Princess Qi, who had fallen to the ground and was retreating in panic.

Seeing that she was beautiful and charming, he immediately became lustful.

Hearing the sounds of war outside, Xie Ling ran to the study door...

What I saw was that dog emperor tearing open his mother's clothes.

The scene of him pinning her down and subjecting her to humiliation.

On the desk, Xie Chen's head, with his eyes wide open in anger, still sat.

Before he could rush over, Li Shengyuan had already stood up and stabbed his mother to death with a sword.

Looking back,

He was found.

In that instant, all the blood in my body froze and rushed back to its source.

Xie Ling was only six years old when she witnessed her father being killed, her mother being humiliated, and the young crown prince dying under this man's blade.

My mind raced.

It was as if they had understood something.

Having made up his mind, he suddenly knelt down, raising his hands high.

What he was holding was the jade pendant with tassels that the "little prince" always carried with him.

"Father is wise and mighty! May your reign last a thousand years! I knew that Father would come to save me!"

What did you call me?

Li Shengyuan froze, his raised sword halting in mid-air. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously, "You are..."

"Father, it is I, Yu'er! I am Li Changyu, who was sent to Qi as a hostage three years ago!"

Suppressing his overwhelming hatred, he instantly transformed his gaze into one of profound respect, forcing a fervent smile as he looked at the brutal mad king.

"Father, don't you remember? This jade pendant with tassels was put on my head by you yourself on the day I left the pass!"

"Haha, Yu'er, it really is Yu'er! I remember now, good, good child! Yes, let your father see how much you've grown!"

Li Shengyuan's eyes were clear. He immediately dropped the sword and picked up the jade pendant, hugged him, and looked at him from left to right.

He was wearing the clothes of a hostage from the Yue Kingdom.

Furthermore, the jade pendant he was holding and his attitude convinced Li Shengyuan that he was his own son.

The young prince Changyu, who was only three years old, was sent to the State of Qi as a hostage.

So they spared his life and took him back to the Great Yue Dynasty.

Perhaps it was fate.

If it weren't for that day when he happened to get his clothes dirty while practicing calligraphy with the "Crown Prince," and the two of them had gone to the backyard to change clothes.

The "young prince" accidentally dropped the jade pendant.

On his way back after picking up the jade pendant, he witnessed that scene and, in a moment of quick thinking, mistook the thief for his father…

He probably perished under the blade long ago, becoming a wronged soul in the world.

There will be no more Xie Ling in the world, nor will there be today's Crown Prince of the Great Yue Dynasty—Li Changyu.