"Why not?" That's their Youqi tribe's camp right now. Before leaving, the wise man Lacha led his people to plan where to clear land and cultivate crops. Their camp shouldn't change for a long time.
"Because—" Zhan Aotian wanted to tell the truth outright, but he didn't know if it would be too sudden for Chen Ke, or if he could accept it.
"Your Highness!" Just as Zhan Aotian was hesitating whether to speak or not, the steward of the Zhan Prince's mansion suddenly rushed in. "Your Highness!"
"What's all the fuss about!" He has no manners whatsoever. Isn't he making him lose face in front of his own son?
At this moment, the steward, disregarding his apology, reported directly, "Your Highness, Liu Ru has woken up, but unexpectedly, the young master has learned about his identity and is making a fuss about going to the ancestral hall to apologize to the Zhan family ancestors. The princess couldn't stop him and sent this old servant—" The steward's anxious words suddenly stopped when he saw Chen Ke standing next to him.
"This...this...ah, this..." The steward looked at his master in disbelief, then rubbed his eyes in shock and looked at Chen Ke. "Your Highness, this, this..." He couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.
"What, what is this? Come back to the War King's Mansion with me and see what kind of status he has to go and apologize!" The War King was so angry that he flung his sleeves and was about to leave when he suddenly stopped. He softened his expression and carefully said, "Bu, Bu Ke, you shouldn't go back to Qingyun Sect for now. Wait for me..."
Chen Ke looked at Zhan Aotian, and even the butler next to him stared intently at him, waiting for his next words.
Thinking about the troubling affairs at the Zhan Wang Mansion, and then looking at his own son who had grown into a fine young man, Zhan Aotian felt a surge of pride and excitedly said, "Bu Ke, you are my son, Zhan Aotian's son, of course you should come back to the Zhan Wang Mansion with me!"
After speaking without a care in the world, Zhan Aotian suddenly felt that most of the pent-up frustration in his heart over the past two days had dissipated, and he felt much more at ease.
Before Chen Ke could react, the butler was already so shocked that his mouth was agape, and Yan Ying Wang was no less astonished, his beak agape wide open.
Chen Ke was afraid that he might accidentally breathe fire, so he raised his hand to shut him up.
The Flame Eagle King excitedly flapped his wings at him, his eyes wide with shock: "Hey! Hey! He said he's your dad!"
Helpless, Chen Ke pressed down Yan Ying Wang and then looked at Zhan Aotian. "Actually, I had my suspicions even if you didn't say it, but I felt there was no need to bring them up. I have family, friends, and a father. He rescued me from the Goddess River. He will only ever be my father in this life."
Although he was prepared, Zhan Aotian still felt more pained than if he had been killed when he heard his son say that he only had one father in this life and that father was not him.
It felt as if a sharp sword had been plunged into his chest. Zhan Aotian's back, which had never been bent before, suddenly hunched over, making him look several years older.
"Your Highness!" The old steward was shocked and helped Zhan Aotian up, his eyes filled with sorrow.
But this can't be blamed on the real young master. He was born into the princess's womb and should have grown up in the Zhan Wang Mansion, enjoying a life of luxury. However, his life was stolen by a vicious and selfish maid. He is the real victim, and they have no right to demand that he do anything.
"Your Highness, let's go back to the Prince of Zhan's residence first. The Princess Consort is waiting. As for... let's give the young master some more time." Even if the young master doesn't recognize you now, the relationship will eventually become familiar over time. We can't rush it.
Zhan Aotian understood what the steward hadn't finished saying, so he nodded bitterly, "Alright, then I'll go back to the Zhan Prince's Mansion first. Bu Ke, you can go wherever you want." Even if he really became a disciple of the Qingyun Sect, he would find a way to get the sect leader to accept him as a true disciple.
Meanwhile, in a cave somewhere in the Shenya Dynasty, Liao Chenyun, who was in seclusion recuperating from his injuries, suddenly sneezed several times. He rubbed his nose with a look of misfortune, thinking to himself that he had been having a really bad run of luck lately. Not only did he lose his ancestral legacy overnight, but now he was even sneezing so many times.
Liao Chenyun secretly decided that even if he recovered from his injuries, he would not go to the capital for the time being, lest he be unlucky enough to run into those killing gods again. He would suppress the news of the Qingyun Sect's annihilation first, so that other sects in the capital would dare to covet what those killing gods had, and experience the helplessness and despair he felt back then!
After Zhan Aotian finished speaking, he was helped out by the butler, but Chen Ke said, "Wait a moment."
The two of them turned around sharply, their eyes shining as they looked at Chen Ke.
Chen Ke: "...I don't know if I can—"
"Yes, yes, yes!" Before Chen Ke could finish speaking, Zhan Aotian and the butler nodded in agreement.
Chen Ke had no choice but to silently swallow the words "kill that maid," and nodded, saying, "Then let's go."
Zhan Aotian and the butler exchanged a glance, both seeing the ecstasy and excitement in each other's eyes.
Butler: Young Master definitely wants to go back and see his biological mother!
Zhan Aotian: My son is still soft-hearted and can't bear to part with me.
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Half an hour later, in the main hall of the War Prince's Mansion, all the main people involved in this "switching the prince" drama had arrived. Even Liu Ru, who had just "awakened" and was still unable to get up, was carried to the hall and lay on the wooden board, looking like she was barely breathing.
However, Chen Ke guessed that her current appearance was probably not an act, after all, the shock she felt when she saw him just now was probably enough to terrify her.
From this perspective, her son, Zhan Boling, clearly possessed a much stronger mental fortitude than she did. The moment he followed Zhan Aotian into the main hall of the Zhan Prince's mansion, a brief look of surprise crossed Zhan Boling's face, followed by guilt, then relief, excitement, and joy…
He perfectly demonstrated the correct reaction that a fake young master should have when encountering the real young master returning home after just learning the truth.
As for the reaction of the original owner's biological mother, Princess Zhan, it is quite intriguing.
Although she appeared excited and delighted, her eyes revealed a hint of doubt, and even a hint of... defensiveness.
Hehe, this is interesting.
In the entire hall, only the Prince Zhan, who brought him back, and the old steward were genuinely happy. The Prince Zhan's lips never left his mouth, and the old steward's face was wrinkled from smiling so much.
Everyone had their own thoughts, and the hall was filled with people, yet you could hear a pin drop.
finally.
"%￥@#￥%￥#?" Chen Ke, can I eat the food on this table?
A single hawk's cry broke the silence of the hall.
Apart from Zhan Aotian, everyone's eyes immediately fell on Chen Ke's shoulder.
However, apart from Zhan Boling, he did not recognize the others.
Zhan Boling looked on incredulously, "Yan, the Flame Eagle King? The one on your shoulder is the Flame Eagle King?"
The Flame Eagle King has recently been subjected to too many shocked gazes, and he is no longer as proud and boastful as he was at the beginning.
He glanced at Zhan Boling and cursed, "Country bumpkin!"
As a result, Zhan Boling became excited, "He, he, did the Flame Eagle King... talk to me?"
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