The old man said: "His grandson, his first grandson!"
He wanted to raise the child himself. Unfortunately, his son didn't even acknowledge him, let alone his grandson.
What's worse, this grandson was born to a village girl.
His son actually became a live-in son-in-law.
The old man felt inexplicably heartbroken; no matter what his son was like, he shouldn't have acted this way.
He felt a little uncomfortable, and he even wanted to tell them the truth.
"Come on, let's drink."
The old general raised his wine glass; at that moment, both of them had unspeakable grievances.
We were supposed to stay up all night, and the house was bustling with activity, but the child soon got sleepy, so Yunniang took him to bed.
Zhou Yuan was also tired and went back to rest. Han Mingyuan saw that the two old men were having a great time drinking, so he didn't disturb them and went back first.
Soon, only the two old men and Xiao Du were left at the table in the outer room.
"You've always known about him, haven't you?"
Once the old man was sure his son was alright, he felt relieved.
"snort."
"You really are heartless. You know I've been looking for him all these years."
His men had been searching in secret; he couldn't believe his favorite son had died so simply!
Unfortunately, there was no further news.
"Hmph, if you find him, do you think he'll still be alive?"
Do you know how badly he was injured?
The old man fell silent. Putting aside Han Yuchen's leg, let's talk about the injuries on his face...
It was so long, almost running the entire length of her face.
What kind of injury is this? And after all these years, the scars are still so obvious?
Needless to say, the injuries on his legs are even more numerous, and I'm sure he has quite a few injuries all over his body as well.
"He was in a coma for more than half a year, but your good son still refused to give up and sent people to hunt him down."
The old general felt a pang of pain in his heart when he recalled those days.
"You couldn't protect his mother, and you can't protect his child either. I really don't know what use you are?"
The old general looked at him with disdain, and the old man sighed and silently drank a glass of wine.
"He eventually woke up, but he was left with a lifelong disability. So I had the person I trusted most take him away."
"Of course, they put on a show over there. The person fell off the cliff, and their fate is unknown."
"Han Laoba took him back to his hometown, and he became Han Yuchen. At that time, I thought that it would be good to be an ordinary person and live a simple life."
Han Yuchen is nothing but a peasant.
"Yes, an ordinary life isn't bad either."
But can he truly accept this?
He couldn't believe that Han Yuchen felt nothing at all after that person had harmed him like this.
"What are you doing here? Trying to cripple that scumbag?"
When the old general learned that the emperor was coming, he had some suspicions.
However, seeing Han Yuchen's expression, he didn't know what this person was thinking.
"How can he be crippled? Putting aside his strength, just look at Yu Chen now..."
He had indeed considered it before coming, but the ministers would not accept a disabled emperor.
No matter why it turned out this way, they will not accept it.
"Unless he has a son, in which case I'll directly support his son..."
The old man sighed, but his body couldn't hold on for much longer.
"Sir, you...it seems you haven't been coughing much since you came here."
Xiao Du suddenly spoke, and the old man was stunned for a moment. The old general was also taken aback, and his expression changed:
"When you came, did Xueya give you water to drink?"
The old man nodded blankly:
"I was coughing badly when I arrived, and that girl handed me a glass of water."
"You really are lucky."
The old general sighed; he even thought of Xue's pills.
If there are any fitness kits left, give one to this old guy. Maybe he'll live a few more years.
Judging from today's situation, the Emperor is on their side.
Han Yuchen's leg can recover, but the timeframe is uncertain.
There are too many uncertainties in supporting his children.
If the emperor could hold on for a few more years, it would be most worthwhile for them.
"Oh, lucky? What happened to the water?"
The old man asked in surprise, but the old general did not explain:
"Let's drink, this is good stuff. Xiao Du, you should have some too, it's Xue Yatou's wine, you can't buy it anywhere else even if you have the money."
At this moment, the old man thought about it carefully and it seemed that it was true; after drinking that glass of water, he had not coughed again.
Even the tightness in my chest that I used to feel is gone.
Could that water be divine water?
If I drink more in the future, will his body live a few more years?
...
"What's the use of being so stubborn?"
In the dungeon, a man covered in blood, whose face was unrecognizable, was tied to a rack.
Some of the bloodstains on his body had already dried and looked black, while others were still red and even seeping outwards.
Do you think he still has a chance to turn things around?
The newcomer was holding a whip, which, upon closer inspection, was covered in barbs.
When the man spoke, he opened his eyes, which were blood red and full of bloodshot veins.
"you……"
"What? You want to talk about it now?"
The man's head drooped limply, and someone stepped forward with a large bowl.
"Pour it down your throat, don't leave a single drop."
"Yes, Your Highness."
The man holding the whip is none other than the current Crown Prince.
On New Year's Eve, the last day of the lunar year, he came to this dungeon and personally interrogated the suspect.
The man was forced to swallow a large bowlful of the contents.
At this moment, an old man walked in and skillfully took the man's wrist to check his pulse.
"Your Highness, everything is fine for now."
Hearing that everything was alright, the crown prince leisurely got up and walked to the man.
"Han Zheng, you really are stubborn."
Snap, snap, snap—a few lashes followed, and the barbs pulled out bits of flesh and blood.
Han Zheng remained silent, seemingly having long forgotten how to cry out in pain.
"Tell me, where is that little bastard?"
Seeing that the man remained silent, the prince lashed him several more times with the whip.
"I have no idea."
"Hehe, don't you know?"
As the prince spoke, he noticed the brazier beside him and let out a cold laugh.
"ah……"
A bloodcurdling scream brought a satisfied smile to the crown prince's face.
The room was filled with the strong smell of burnt meat, and Han Zheng fainted again from the pain.
A basin of ice-cold water was splashed over the man's head, and the man, who had just fainted from the pain, woke up again.
"Han Zheng, where is he?"
The crown prince looked at him impatiently, and Han Zheng gave a weak smile:
How would I know?
"Heh, you don't know? Do you think I would believe that?"
The crown prince smiled cruelly, pressing the handle of the whip against the spot where Han Zheng had just been branded, causing him to break out in a cold sweat from the pain.
"You said you went missing, does he know? Even if he does, why didn't he come to rescue you?"
"Han Zheng, he doesn't care about you anymore, so why are you still stubbornly holding on?"
No matter what the prince said, the man remained silent.
"Continue the interrogation. I don't believe he can keep up this stubbornness forever. And whatever you do, don't let him die!"
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