Chapter 392 You Are Not My Son
He directly revealed his trump card: "There is something I must make clear to you. In fact, you are not my son, but the son of the Khan of the Northern Kingdom and Wei Hanyi.
I don't know why she was so cruel to abandon you in Wei. I guess she wanted to use you to plot against me.
Unfortunately, she was wrong. I have always known that you are not my biological son. I love you, but I sigh that you lost your mother when you were born."
"What?" The King of Qi's head was buzzing as if it was about to explode. "Father! What did you say? I am not your biological son?"
"Yes!" The emperor's face was very calm, without any flaws. "You are not my son. Now you know why I will not make you the crown prince, right?
I thought Wei Hanyi was dead, and I loved you so much because I loved her, but I didn't expect that she didn't die, but ran away. I don't want to be a scapegoat anymore, so I plan to confine you and wait to send you to the North Country."
"How is this possible? How is this possible?" The King of Qi was about to collapse. "How could this son not be the son of the emperor? This son does not believe it, does not believe it.
If I am the son of the Khan of the Northern Kingdom, why didn't you take me with you when you left? What's the point of leaving me alone in Wei? I don't believe it, I don't believe it."
The King of Qi shook his head desperately. He really couldn't believe that this was true. It was too horrifying. How could he not be the son of his father?
"How about this! If you don't believe me, stay in the palace and wait for your mother to come pick you up, then ask her in person."
The emperor glanced at Liu Xiaowu who was standing at the door of the imperial study. The latter understood, opened the door, waved outside, and several guards came in and took the King of Qi away.
Ye Tingxiao is far away in the border town, and it is his turn to be on duty tonight.
Looking at the vast white night scene, deep in his heart, there was a deep longing and worry.
He missed his wife who lived far away in Beijing and had been with him through thick and thin, and his lively and lovely son. Their smiles and words were his endless attachment.
His thoughts turned to the intractable war he had fought with the enemy. Seeing innocent people fleeing, displaced, and living in poverty, and the deep fear and helplessness in their eyes, his heart felt like it was being cut by a sharp knife.
He has a deep love for the Great Wei and he cares deeply about the people of this country.
He is a part of the Great Wei, and his heart is closely connected with the joys and sorrows of the Great Wei.
However, he also understood that his love and responsibility were so heavy.
A series of ruthless images flashed before his eyes: the streets and alleys of the city, the houses burned by the war, the crying babies, the old people crushed by life... His heart was aching, and his soul was aching too.
We clearly know that we cannot sit idly by and allow our country and people to suffer like this.
But he has no right to say anything or do anything. Who made him an exile?
He knew clearly that he had the responsibility and obligation to protect his wife, children and his home, but he could only sit back and watch them live in dire straits.
He was no longer the eldest son of Marquis Pingyang, and had no power, position, or official title, so he could not lead the army to severely defeat the hateful Qizi.
He is a human being, not a god, and cannot change all the misery and suffering. He can only do his best to protect those he can, but he feels powerless.
Ye Tingxiao's heart was full of contradictions and struggles. His longing for his wife and children and his worries about the Great Wei made him unable to calm down.
But he knew that he had to be strong and face it all bravely.
The thoughts and worries were not only for himself, but also for the entire Wei Dynasty and for the suffering people. This was his responsibility and his obligation.
Even though he is trapped here now and cannot go out to do anything, he is willing to be prepared at all times.
If we want to defeat the enemy, the repeating crossbow will no longer work. We must go to Dongchen Country to ask for help from our uncle and introduce the technology of the musket.
It’s just that this thing is easy to think about, but it’s probably difficult to do.
I wonder if the Emperor has noticed something strange about the Prince of Qi, and whether he has made up his mind to exclude him and only keep the Crown Prince by his side to help.
He took a deep breath, raised his head and looked at the starry sky. He knew that he still had a long way to go and a heavy responsibility. But he was not alone, he had faith and love.
"Wanwan! Are you okay? I really want to fly across thousands of mountains and rivers to see you, just like Zamao. I really want to hold you in my arms and sit in the snow and count the stars, just like we used to."
His longing for his wife and children became the driving force that kept him moving forward; his worry about the country became the source of his tenacity; his care for the people became his fearless courage.
Ye Tingxiao stood upright in the night, with a determined light in his eyes. He knew where his path was and what he needed to do.
If the life story of the Prince of Qi were ever revealed, the Emperor would surely be furious, and one day he would be given a great responsibility.
This is the road that his Wanwan had paved for the Ye family long ago. It is also the way for the Ye family to clear their grievances and return to the court.
The musket manufacturing technology of Dongchen Kingdom can only be completely recovered by him or my Wanwan. It will be useless if others go.
Under such conditions, the emperor had no choice but to look for him.
As long as the imperial edict arrived, he would definitely go to Dongchen and bring the musket manufacturing technology back to the Wei Dynasty safely.
He will fight for his wife and children, for the Great Wei, and for the people of the Great Wei.
He knows that this road is not easy, but he is willing to persevere for his love and responsibility.
Qie Zi no longer attacked the border town where he was. It was said that he went to Liangjun City from another place. I don't know how the people there are doing now.
Did he also start to flee?
Where can they escape to?
What about those people in the village? How are they? They are all retired from the battlefield. Can they protect the elderly, the weak, the women and the children in the village?
The damned Zi has come to cause trouble in Wei again and again. If we don't strike him hard and kill him, I'm afraid he will bite us hard.
"Wan Wan! Has Za Mao arrived home? Did you receive the letter he wrote to you? Did the King of Qi cause you any trouble? You took away his warehouse. If he knew, he would be furious."
His Wanwan is just naughty, why would anyone take her to clean the warehouse?
Yaya, have you had anything to do these days? I have collected so many things, and it will take me some time to sort them out.
He has also lived in this space for quite some time, and Yaya sometimes listens to him. Even though she has no physical form and is a soul, she can still feel that Yaya is particularly well-behaved and obedient.
He was thirsty and shouted, "Ya Ya! Give me a glass of water."
Water will automatically appear in front of him, and it is delicious spiritual spring water.
What a considerate little elf.
He used to think that the small glass bottle Wanwan gave him was nice and a valuable item, but later he found out that they were all collected by Yaya, and there was a large box in the space.
Touching the small glass bottle hanging around his neck, Ye Tingxiao smiled unconsciously. This was the first time his daughter Wanwan gave it to him. He had to keep it well and keep it close to him.
(End of this chapter)
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