When Nan Yue saw Prince Chen, her eyes widened and she rubbed them hard.
It is indeed his father, only his hair is white and he looks old, but how could that be?
His father was such a proud man, how could he possibly accept being imprisoned in such a small, square courtyard? He couldn't believe it, nor could he accept it.
"I don't believe it. This isn't my father. You're just trying to find someone to shut the world up."
He didn't believe this was his father.
If that's true, then what does all his hatred over the years mean?
What are his plans over the years worth?
Wouldn't he become a laughing stock?
Or rather, what happened after those who were willing to follow him found out...
No, absolutely not.
This person absolutely cannot be his father; it's a fake.
This is someone the Emperor and Mo Yan hired to impersonate his father; it absolutely cannot be the real one!
"This is not my father, this is not my father, this is just someone you found to impersonate my father and deceive the world."
It has to be said that some people like to deceive themselves and are unwilling to accept reality.
Prince Chen looked at Nan Yue, and as he looked at her, he couldn't help but think that she looked like his son.
"Are you Weiyue?"
After what happened back then, he stayed in the Prince's Palace.
The victor is king, the loser is villain. He schemed against the third brother, and the third brother schemed against him. They were only after that position. There was no deep-seated hatred between them.
He can accept defeat.
Perhaps this son felt that he should fight to the death, or perhaps he felt that he should fight the third son to the death.
Or perhaps, someone as proud as him should commit suicide?
He had thought about it.
How could I not have thought of that?
He used to be a war god.
He is the God of War of the Cloud Kingdom.
Proud as he was, and glorious as he was.
He was just as arrogant and conceited as I was; he was as cocky as I was.
For a time, everyone knew of Prince Chen, and all the officials knelt to welcome him.
That scene made him arrogant.
He even thought he was the emperor, but he never considered that his father was still alive.
He was arrogant and invincible, which made many people envious.
How could he accept his defeat after losing?
But he is not alone.
He still had the lives of the soldiers behind him, and he still had his own large family.
He lost; he was merely imprisoned.
He has to bear the consequences of his mistakes and repent for them.
It's nothing, we just lost.
I couldn't understand it at first.
Later, I figured it out and became more carefree.
Prince Chen would never be so cowardly as to commit suicide!
"Don't call me by my name! You are not my father, you are not!"
He doesn't admit it, he doesn't believe it!
At this moment, Nan Yue's crazed state completely changed her image; she was no longer the ethereal being she once was. She was a madwoman, a madwoman who couldn't accept reality.
"Bang."
Chen Wang threw a punch, followed immediately by a kick.
Yes, this action was very familiar to Wei Yue.
Wei Yue was kicked to the ground. "You don't acknowledge your father? You've really grown some guts, haven't you?"
"Little Moyan, why did you bring him here? Did he do something wrong?"
Mo Yan looked at her uncle with a bit of helplessness and said, "Uncle, I'm already a grandmother, why do you still call me little Mo Yan?"
To be honest, the original owner was quite pampered. Even though her uncles, aunts, and father fought each other to the death back then, they would never harm the children. Every time they met, they would call her "Little Mo Yan".
These words displeased the old man, who glared at Mo Yan and spoke unhappily.
"Hey, no matter how old you are, aren't I still your uncle? What's wrong with calling you Little Mo Yan?"
"Yes, yes, I will always be the Imperial Uncle's Xiao Moyan."
Old age brings children, what to do? You can only coax them, after all, the only one left in the older generation is the Imperial Uncle.
Hearing his niece say that, the royal uncle was pleased, and his eyes lit up with joy as he looked at her.
"That's right." However, she wasn't very happy when she saw her wretched son on the ground.
To put it simply, the Imperial Uncle had three sons in his lifetime. One died on the battlefield, another entered officialdom but later passed away due to illness, leaving behind only two grandsons. Now, the grandsons have already gone out to serve as officials.
In any case, as members of a clan, even if they cannot become extremely wealthy, they will not starve. Of course, their concept of great wealth and status may be different from that of ordinary people.
As for this one now, I guess he's done something, otherwise Xiao Moyan wouldn't have brought him along. "Tell me, what did he do?"
Mo Yan glanced at Nan Yue and ordered someone to bring the young prince over.
"Sixth Uncle is like this. He thinks you died back then and hasn't come back to investigate all these years. He just travels around and took a young prince as his apprentice. This time he came to avenge his father."
He prepared many scenes for this purpose, such as me committing treason.
For example, the truth about how the emperor killed you back then.
For example, a princess in my country fell in love with a prince and refused to marry anyone but him.
For example, from then on, the two countries would arrange marriages.
He is the confidant of the Queen Dowager of the neighboring country, the teacher of the young prince, and the future imperial tutor.
It has to be said that for every word Mo Yan said, Nan Yue's face paled a little, and similarly, Chen Wang's face darkened a little.
He looked around, wondering what to use to fight.
With a glance from Mo Yan, Xin'er handed over a wooden stick, about the size of a fist.
Prince Chen immediately grabbed the stick and started hitting him, again and again.
"I'll beat you to death, you unfilial son, you wretched thing!"
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