In the dead of night, all was quiet.
A figure appeared in the western palace.
He Yan walked slowly into the inner hall alone, without anyone accompanying him, and came to He Lin Yue's bedside, raising his hand to touch her dry, chestnut-brown hair—
Sang Qing also has hair of the same color.
He took a deep breath, a surge of emotion welling up inside him. Time flies so fast; the brother and sister who used to collect seashells on the beach are now middle-aged, and everything has changed.
Helin Yue slept soundly, even in her dreams she wanted to hug that little pillow.
He Yan tried to move, but she was holding him very tightly, and he couldn't get out at all.
He smiled softly, his eyes seemingly glistening with tears.
"I know you all think I should give the throne to Sang Qing, right?"
The light in He Yan's eyes gradually returned, replaced by sincerity and composure. He stood by He Lin Yue's bedside, talking to himself:
“I really didn’t expect that Sang Qing would be your daughter, my own niece.”
“My throne was taken from you, and it is only right and proper to return it to you now…”
"But Lin Yue, being the ruler of a country is no child's play. Although the monarch of Southeast Asia has no real power, he represents the entire country and must be able to deal with complex international situations."
“He Jin grew up by my side, and I personally taught him. I am very satisfied with him. As for Sang Qing… she lived in a slum and received little education. When she first came to Southeast Asia, she couldn’t even write her own name. Tell me, how can a country have such a queen?”
Helin Yue stirred, turned over, and faced the wall.
Just like when she was little and had a fight with her brother, she would turn her back to him like this, and He Yan would have to coax her for a long time before finally giving her a doll to calm her down.
He Yan was in tears. Now, no matter how many dolls she had to pay for, she could never go back to the way things were before.
"Lin Yue, it's all my fault." He choked out in a low voice, "I promise, I will make sure Sang Qing lives a good life, she will have a lifetime of wealth and honor... but I cannot give this throne to her!"
"Lin Yue, I'm sorry."
"sorry……"
...
The news that Hejin was to inherit the throne quickly spread throughout Southeast Asia.
He is the most popular candidate among all the heirs, and he was the most popular in several previous opinion polls in Southeast Asia. Now, it is the will of the people to inherit the throne.
That day, Jiang Can was reading storybooks to Xiao Junyu at home, while Huo Zhixing was on his phone researching baby recipes.
He promised Xiao Junyu that he would personally cook three meals a day for him, that he would make sure that Xiao Junyu would remember his father's cooking when he grew up, and that he would win over the boy's stomach so that he wouldn't run away and never come home again.
Jiang Can laughed heartily: "It seems like someone is eager to send their son to the frontier!"
"Who said that?" Huo Zhixing glared. "This is my own son!"
Yes, normally he's his biological son, but when it comes to competing with him for Jiang Can, his son immediately becomes like an adopted child.
After studying the recipe, Huo Zhixing couldn't wait to go into the kitchen and start putting it into practice.
He hadn't come out for a long time, and Jiang Can was worried that he had turned the kitchen into a battlefield again, so she handed her son over to the nanny and went in to check on him.
Sure enough, there wasn't even room to step in the kitchen...
Master Huo, with his hands on his hips, had just finished his struggle with this meal when he saw Jiang Can come in and a victorious smile appeared on his face.
"Husband," Jiang Can forced a smile, "what did you do?"
She leaned closer to take a look, and it looked pretty good. The mashed potatoes were even shaped like a bear's head, with a nose and eyes squeezed out with ketchup.
Huo Zhixing proudly let her try it.
Jiang Can tasted a little of the remaining mashed potatoes on the plate, her expression changed, and then she forced a smile.
"How about it?"
"Hmm..." She couldn't find the right words to describe it, so she could only associate it with fatherly love, "This meal is full of my father's love, it's truly as solid as a mountain..."
It was like a mountain collapsing and the earth splitting open!
Huo Zhixing was quite pleased with himself and prepared to feed it to his son.
Just as Jiang Can was about to stop him, the butler's voice came from outside:
"Miss, young master!"
"What's up?"
The butler's expression was serious: "Prince Hejin has arrived."
Jiang Can and Huo Zhixing exchanged a glance.
He Jin is already a sure thing that he will become the future emperor, so it's not good to offend him.
However, Jiang Can felt a momentary unease...
Huo Zhixing saw through her little scheme, took her hand, and led her into the living room.
What are you doing?
"I was meeting guests with my wife!" Huo Zhixing said innocently.
"They came to see you!" Jiang Can smiled lightly, shook off his hand, and walked ahead on her own.
Upon entering the living room, after He Jin bowed to her, Jiang Can spoke gracefully and softly, "I know Your Highness is here today to discuss matters with Zhixing. I won't disturb you any longer; you two can continue your conversation."
"No..." He Jin hurriedly stopped her, "Mrs. Huo, please don't misunderstand!"
"Don't worry, I won't misunderstand!" Jiang Can smiled frankly. "You guys talk, there are some things I don't feel comfortable listening to. If I leave, you can talk more easily."
"At the same time, don't worry," Jiang Can looked at Huo Zhixing, her doe eyes showing a playful expression, "I'm giving you a pardon today, I won't ask you any life-threatening questions!"
Huo Zhixing was taken aback, and couldn't help but chuckle softly.
After Jiang Can left, He Jin looked at Huo Zhixing somewhat embarrassedly and lowered his eyes.
After a long silence, he murmured, "Mrs. Huo is very understanding. I am especially happy that you have such a good wife."
Huo Zhixing remained calm, glanced at him, and kept a distance from him. "Your Highness, please speak frankly if you have something to say."
"I……"
He Jin moved his lips, but found it difficult to utter these words.
Actually, he came today just to see him.
He will soon be the king of Southeast Asia.
When he was a prince, he could secretly admire Huo Zhixing, but as king, with the country as his priority, he could no longer have any personal feelings.
We can no longer meet with Huo Zhixing so casually.
He Jin took a deep breath, trying to get his pounding heart back to a normal rate.
“Huo Zhixing,” he said with a faint smile, mustering his courage, “after we meet today, I’m afraid we’ll never have the chance to meet alone like this again.”
"I'm here today to fulfill a long-held wish."
There's something I've always wanted to tell you... and that is, I like you.
Huo Zhixing was taken aback, then looked up at him, his eyes revealing a sharp glint.
“Don’t misunderstand, I just wanted to say this,” He Jin looked at him, “I just hope that when I wear the crown, I will have no regrets in my life.”
From that day on, Hejin no longer belonged to himself, but to the entire country.
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