"mother?"
"Do I have a mother?"
Han Yichen, dressed in blue, stretched out his bony fingers, gently lifted the curtain of the carriage, slowly came out from inside, and then jumped off the carriage neatly.
"Achen~"
Hua Qingcheng looked at Han Yichen's somewhat lonely and desolate figure with great heartache.
He was tall and slender, with a handsome face, a faint sneer on the corner of his mouth, and a pair of narrow and charming phoenix eyes staring straight at the familiar yet unfamiliar crimson figure in front of him.
But at this moment, Han Yichen's eyes were filled with extremely complex expressions, including ridicule, sadness, loneliness, heartache, and perhaps also mixed with some unknown, innate attachment to the mother that children have as their parents.
"Han Yichen, not only did you not show respect to your own mother, you even spoke rudely to me. Is this what your four masters taught you?"
Han Shuying couldn't help but look annoyed when she saw her son not only being indifferent and distant to her but also mocking her.
"Han Yichen pays his respects to Great Valley Master Han!"
"Great Valley Master Han will enjoy eternal blessings and a lifespan as long as the heavens!"
"Seeing the cheerful face of Great Valley Master Han, I must have thought... I must have thought that you had finally gotten what you wanted, to meet your beloved, and not only to confess your true feelings, but also to spend some time together in love, right?"
Han Yichen narrowed his eyes, a trace of sadness crossing his heart. Was that Ouyang Huanggui really that good? So good that his mother could never see her own son? Even...even wished she had never given birth to him?
"I just don't know... I wonder if the current emperor of Laifeng Kingdom knows? Does he know how romantic and amorous her husband, Emperor Ouyang, is?" Han Yichen looked at Han Shuying with a sudden cold look in his eyes and a sneer on his face.
"Han Yichen!"
"You...are too presumptuous!"
"You are not allowed to speak disrespectfully to Master Ouyang!"
Han Shuying, who was angry and embarrassed, quickly stepped forward and put the emerald green jade flute in her hand against Han Yichen's neck.
Although Han Shuying didn't know how her son knew the identity of the person he loved, she would not allow anyone to insult the person she had loved for eighteen years.
"Brother, she..."
"Let's see first."
Situ Ye in the carriage wanted to jump out to teach Han Shuying a lesson, but was stopped by Mu Lige.
Because Mu Lige knew that Han Yichen's martial arts skills were not inferior to Han Shuying's, but he was hurt by her because he had expectations of her.
However, while others can help him resolve the crisis, they cannot erase the pain in his heart. Only by letting him face reality can he truly let go and no longer bear the pain of this unworthy woman.
"Great Valley Master Han, the Ouyang Yuming you treasure is actually a ruthless, ruthless man! You're so infatuated with him, but what about Ouyang Yuming? On the one hand, he's a high and mighty emperor in the palace, enjoying all the splendor and wealth, while on the other hand, he's hanging around the Valley Master of Xuanyi Valley, who's still devoted to him, and even has ambiguous relationships with other women in private. You... should be more careful!"
Han Yichen's eyes were charming and seductive, a pair of narrow and charming phoenix eyes that were exactly the same as Han Shuying's, but at this moment they were full of sarcasm and coldness.
"You're talking nonsense!"
"Young Master Ouyang was forced to marry Nalan Yunzhi only because of the pressure from his mother, father and family. The person he loves in his heart has always been me, Han Shuying!" A murderous look flashed across Han Shuying's eyes as she looked at Han Yichen.
"Hahaha……"
"Great Valley Master Han, is this just Ouyang Yuming's sweet talk, or is it just wishful thinking on your part, self-deceiving?"
Before he knew it, Han Yichen was in tears.
"If Ouyang Yuming had even the slightest interest in you, he wouldn't have stayed silent for eighteen years, only writing you a letter every August 15th that I don't know how much sincerity it contains."
"Han Shuying, as the dignified head of Xuanyi Valley, you actually let yourself be fooled around by a man from a country where women are king. I really feel so ashamed and humiliated for you!"
Han Yichen was filled with anger and resentment, and his words grew increasingly indignant. His biological mother had actually abandoned him, her own son, for seventeen years, for a scumbag, and now she was interfering in his life again.
"presumptuous!"
"Han Yichen! I really regret not strangling you to death the moment I gave birth to you!"
Han Shuying, who was angry and embarrassed, suddenly took away the jade flute that was against Han Yichen's neck with her left hand, and stretched out her right hand to clamp his neck.
"Hahaha!"
"Han Shuying!"
"Go ahead and do it! Kill me! Haven't you always been wishing you could strangle me to death sooner?"
Han Yichen's eyes were red, and he looked at Han Shuying with a sad look.
"You think I dare not kill you?"
Han Shuying's phoenix eyes were filled with resentment, and she increased the strength of her grip on Han Yichen's neck.
"Then you...just kill...kill me..." Han Yichen's temper was also stubborn and he would not admit defeat.
"Achen!"
Seeing that the mother and son were unable to communicate properly and things were developing in an increasingly uncontrollable direction, Hua Qingcheng quickly jumped down from the driver's seat of the carriage.
"Let go of Third Brother!"
Not only Hua Qingcheng, Situ Ye also got off the carriage and looked warily at Han Shuying, who was pinching Han Yichen's neck with her right hand.
"Han Shuying! You really have a cruel heart! He's your own son!"
However, a white figure leaped from the front faster than Hua Qingcheng and Situ Ye, landed gracefully beside Han Yichen, and slapped Han Shuying.
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