——The eldest son born to the original wife: Yan Zhi.
With deep shock in his eyes, the little guy's cute face suddenly looked up.
Yan Zhuo was touched and cursed himself for being blind in his previous life for letting them down.
He lifted the child high up and laughed heartily. "...God has been kind to me. I will live up to this child and his mother. If I break this oath, I will be inhumane from the day I break it."
The reborn Xiao Yanzhi knew very well what being inhumane meant to a man.
Hearing this, I was extremely surprised. I didn't expect that my scumbag father would make such a vicious oath.
The hatred that had always been steadfast began to waver. [Scumbag dad... is it true that nothing has possessed him?]
How scary!
He even dared to swear such a cruel oath that he was inhumane. It seems I should give him a tiny, um, chance as small as a fingernail?
[I can't do it anyway. No matter how inhumane it is, it's him, not me.]
Yan Zhuo, "..."
I couldn't help but put the child down and pinch his face.
A son is like his mother. I am so impressed!
It was a very touching scene of a father and son resolving their misunderstandings, and when he complained about it, he just wanted to laugh.
Yan Zhuo could also see it from his son. Maybe when the woman had a rich expression and didn't say anything, she must be thinking about all these messy things?
After coming out of the ancestral hall, Yan Zhuo took his son to Chunhuiyuan at a leisurely pace.
"Zhi'er, don't you like the little wooden sword? Daddy has a surprise for you."
After a stick of incense, Xiao Yanzhi was indeed "surprised"!
There's actually... a whole box of small wooden swords!
There are all kinds of swords, some long, some short, some wide, some narrow, all exquisitely carved, and his name is engraved on each sword.
Xiao Yanzhi looked at it, and the tears that he had been holding back for a long time finally couldn't be held back and fell.
In fact, he had never enjoyed such treatment in his previous life. Only Jiang Yilin's children were worthy of it.
But even if he was good to Jiang Yilin's children, he only did it once or twice in his previous life.
Jiang Yilin even boasted about it in front of him, "Brother Zhi, this is a birthday gift from father to your younger brother. It's a small wooden sword that father made himself. Brother Zhi, don't you think it's beautiful?"
When he heard this, he deliberately bared his teeth and twisted his nose, looking disdainful.
"A sword like this is just for show, not powerful at all, just a toy!"
Jiang Yilin said, "Yes, Zhi'er is old enough to use toys like this. Mother will have someone find you a real sword. As for this little wooden sword, Chunyang, pick out a few of the pearls and gems from the box that the prince gave me, and have a craftsman carefully inlay them for our brother to play with. Oh, and when Zhi'er's sword is found, I'll also inlay it with pearls and gems, lots of them. It must be beautiful and eye-catching, so that Zhi'er can carry it with dignity, okay?"
Even so, he always thought that Jiang Yilin was nice to him.
She treats him no differently than her own son, and is even more willing to spend money on him.
Little did they know that love or not, in the royal family, was not measured by money at all...
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