Chapter 1003 An Unfathomable… Father

"Were you scared?"

"Replying to you, Your Highness, I was truly terrified at the time, thankfully the Heir Apparent was by my side."

As Zhao Yuannian answered, he took the teapot from Eunuch Zhao and began pouring tea for the Prince and the Heir Apparent.

The Heir Apparent sat motionless.

Zheng Fan reached out to stop him, and Zhao Yuannian froze.

Immediately, Zheng Fan looked at Eunuch Zhao standing beside him.

In an instant, Eunuch Zhao felt a chill run down his back, and he immediately "snatched" the teapot from the official's hand and began pouring tea.

Zhao Yuannian forced a smile and said, "This is what I should be doing."

Zheng Fan shook his head and said, "There's no need for that. You're practically family. Now that you're an official, there's no need to be like this in front of your own people. Give yourself some dignity."

"Yes, yes."

Zhao Yuannian was deeply moved, and it wasn't an act. Because of his mother, he understood the lifestyle and family atmosphere within the Prince's Mansion.

Zheng Lin silently drank his tea.

Actually, these words would have been best said by Zheng Lin, the Heir Apparent, because Zheng Fan no longer needed to "bestow favors." No one dared to oppose him, not out of oppression, but out of reverent submission.

In comparison, these "legacies" would maximize benefits if the successor were to distribute them.

Zheng Fan believed his son understood these principles, but he was simply too lazy to do it.

"Did you have fun?"

Zheng Fan asked.

Zheng Lin hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "It was alright."

"That sounds a little forced," Zheng Fan said. "There might not be another chance next time."

"I had fun," Zheng Lin corrected himself.

"Mm."

The Prince was satisfied.

Zhao Yuannian, sitting on the side, said, "I really didn't expect such a commotion to break out that day."

Zheng Fan glanced at Zhao Yuannian,

and smiled:

"You didn't expect that Jiangnan would have such courage?"

"No," Zhao Yuannian nodded.

The Prince of the Blood’s Mansion was in Chuzhou, not quite the border regions, but close to them. Otherwise, Zheng Fan wouldn't have been able to invade several times.

And Zhao Yuannian had resisted before becoming a "dog," but he had been suppressed time and time again. In the end, he surrendered.

He had personally witnessed the power of the Great Yan iron cavalry and the terror of this Prince. The things he had seen and heard in Jindong over the years had only deepened these perceptions.

So, in his mind, resisting this Prince was absurd, and he was starting to wonder and be puzzled as to why the Qian people here actually dared to.

His mentality was normal. Those who became traitors and running dogs couldn't stand seeing their former "peers" stand up after they had already knelt down.

How dare you? How could you?

People have a typical self-preservation instinct, like in business. No one wants to completely deny themselves. There's more at stake than just money; there's also personal integrity.

"Jiangnan is vast and diverse. Nothing is strange. You don't need to think too much about it," Zheng Fan comforted him.

"Yes, Your Highness is right."

"That courage is just a flash in the pan. It won't last long." The Prince picked up his teacup, took a sip, and continued, "Tongyan and Mingsu have already opened their gates and surrendered."

These two cities were located north and south of Jinghai. They weren't as large as Jinghai, but they weren't small cities either.

Under Zheng Fan's control, the Yan-Chu allied forces hadn't rushed to enjoy the thrill of conquering territory from the start. Instead, they were cautious, even a bit "turtle-like."

However, the failure of the palace "rebellion," and more importantly, the failure and fall of the three towns, had made the powerful families and officials... even the common people in this area of the Qian Kingdom lose hope.

So, the Yan people had only sent small groups of soldiers to try to persuade them to surrender. Well, they had been doing it before, and it finally paid off at this time.

The three towns were the only force in this area that could really fight. Although the "soldiers" listed on the Qian Kingdom's military records throughout Jiangnan were always numerous, half of them were "ghost soldiers."

The remaining half had long been useless, even worse than the former Jing Camp of the capital.

Some people had courage and backbone. They resisted and then failed. To some extent, it did demonstrate the courage of the Jiangnan Qian people, but it also gave those who were quick to change their allegiances an excuse and a reason.

Since resistance was useless... then let's surrender.

"This... this is really great," Zhao Yuannian said with great delight.

Because it meant that the territory nominally under his control as emperor was no longer limited to Jinghai. The area between north and south had also been opened up.

This official was finally more than just a city lord.

The Wu family had played a role in this as well. Tongyan and Mingsu were also on the Qian River. The arrival of the Wu family's fleet was like the final blow, prompting their surrender.

However, the Prince hadn't personally met Wu Xiang yet.

Zheng Lin continued to silently drink his tea and eat his pastries.

"Aren't you tired of it?" the Prince said.

Pastries these days were mostly sweet. Wealthy families ate pastries in small portions, maybe just a small dish or even a small piece, eating slowly, sipping tea, chatting, and passing the afternoon.

But his own son was putting one piece after another into his mouth, and he was already seeing the bottom of two plates.

Zheng Lin rolled his eyes at his old man,

and replied:

"I'm a martial artist."

Zheng Fan understood.

He had always had people helping him climb the ladder. How could he not know what the ladder was for?

Besides, he had helped others climb the ladder a lot when he wasn't successful, and he immediately said:

"Your dad is also a martial artist, and a Fourth Rank at that."

"Oh, is that high?"

"It's very high," Zheng Fan said matter-of-factly.

"Isn't Third Rank supposed to be the starting point? It's as natural as a child growing up."

"Hahahaha."

The Prince laughed.

He was someone who hated people showing off in front of him. Many people who showed off in front of him ended up in a miserable state.

But a father is always lenient with his son.

Zhao Yuannian and Eunuch Zhao laughed along from the side. They had long sensed that this father and son weren't like ordinary "imperial" father and son.

"Oh, right," Zheng Lin suddenly asked, "What did you mean by what you said at the Appreciating Flowers Pavilion before?"

"Which sentence?"

"It's not that barbarism creates absolute military power, but that absolute military power inevitably leads to barbarism."

That day at the Appreciating Flowers Pavilion, his father had said this after seeing the Yan army enter the pavilion.

Zheng Lin had thought it was his father's old trick, always saying things that seemed profound at certain times to create a pompous atmosphere.

But Xie Yu'an's reaction had told Zheng Lin that he probably hadn't understood the meaning.

However, in Zheng Fan's opinion, he had deliberately created opportunities for his son to play in the "amusement park,"

which had indeed improved the relationship between father and son. His son wouldn't normally ask him questions.

It seemed that the people in the palace that day hadn't died in vain.

Well, similar parent-child activities could be expanded in the future.

Since the opportunity was rare, Zheng Fan naturally wouldn't act like an ordinary father: Go, go, go. What does a kid know?

Instead, he put down his teacup

and replied calmly:

"It's like you."

"Me?"

"Yes. Why did I seal your power from a young age?

Because when a person has great power, they often won't follow the rules or reason, but will become barbaric and like... no, get used to using power to forcibly obtain what they need."

"Why isn't Master like that?" Zheng Lin asked, referring to the Sword Saint.

"Your Master has been tempered. Hehe, you don't know how high-spirited your Master was back then. The old Patriarch of the Situ family was like an emperor, and he killed him without a second thought.

The current Prince of Jin, the former Emperor of Jin, he looked down on him and wanted to take care of him as well.

Before he met me, your Master relied on his sword and did many things;

and then,

he successfully made the situation worse and worse."

...

"Listen, he's talking about you."

Outside the courtyard, the Sword Forger glanced at the Sword Saint standing beside him.

The Sword Saint smiled

and said:

"He's not wrong."

...

"Your Master's sword is powerful, but his power didn't get him what he wanted. So, your Master followed me.

It's better now. No one says these things anymore.

When your dad wasn't as high up as he is now, no matter what country they were from, the first thing Jianghu people said when they saw your Master was: I can't believe the dignified Sword Saint of Jindi is a Yan dog;

Hehe, it pissed your Master off."

"Master said that he followed you because you kept your promises."

"I kept my promises, because I fulfilled what I promised him.

I promised him that I would drive the barbarians out, and I did it. Now, how dare the barbarians be presumptuous under Snow Sea Pass?

I promised him that I would abolish the poll tax, and I did it. There's no infanticide in Jindong at all!

I promised him that I would let the children in the academy stay there until they were old enough, read more books, and learn more etiquette, and not send them to the battlefield too early, and I did it too.

I promised him that I would let the people of Jin eat their fill, and I did it too. At least in Jindong, I haven't heard of anyone starving to death in years.

I'm not as powerful as your Master, but I like to reason."

Zheng Lin curled his lips, obviously not believing it.

In Zheng Lin's opinion, his own father was the practitioner of might makes right.

"When you're not strong enough, not able to handle your own situation, force is necessary.

What kind of place was Jindong when you weren't born? It was practically a wasteland.

To the north were the various tribes of the Snow Plains barbarians, still harboring evil intentions. To the south were the Chu people, watching covetously. Inside were the Jin people, trying to restore their country. To the west, the ministers in the imperial court had long regarded me as a thorn in their side.

If Jindong wasn't strong enough, it simply couldn't survive.

But you're different.

You're my son. You were born to be the Heir Apparent.

Your dad doesn't have much ability,

but at least he can be like an ordinary father, providing you with food, drink, education, and allowing you to grow up well."

As the Prince said this,

the official and the eunuch next to him didn't know whether to continue nodding or shaking their heads.

"And now, the Snow Plains have been castrated by your dad, the Chu people have been defeated by your dad, and Ji Laoliu has long had a tacit understanding with your dad. My estimate of the results of this round of the war with Qian is to cut off at least half of the Qian Kingdom, making it look like the Chu Kingdom now.

The remaining odds and ends are easy to deal with.

It can be said that, apart from rebellion, there is only the Western Expedition left to continue maintaining the value of using soldiers.

But rebellion and the Western Expedition are both very uneconomical. In comparison, the Western Expedition might be better, at least its contribution to history would be greater.

Conquering the world and governing the world are completely different concepts. Well, that's a bit far off, and there are many categories.

The main thing is that a person, a place, and even a country are consistent in some aspects.

Constantly surging military power seems spectacular, but in reality, it will rise and fall quickly.

A little over a decade ago, the Yan Kingdom was still in a state of aristocratic families everywhere. To put it bluntly, the fundamental reason for the emergence of aristocratic families was that the Yan people had long years of war with the barbarians, and they had no choice but to gradually delegate local power.

At that time, it was to more effectively resist and combat the barbarians, but after the barbarians were suppressed, a series of large aristocratic families, led by the Marquis of Zhenbei's Mansion, almost emptied out most of the Yan Kingdom, making it impossible for the Yan Kingdom to have a matching national strength for a long time, and it was unable to carry out foreign conquests.

Let's take our Jindong as an example. Jindong's standard household system can raise more elite soldiers in a cheaper state during wartime, and it can ensure their sharpness during foreign wars.

But once the surrounding enemies are defeated, where can we continue to plunder?

Military merit is a kind of glory, but if glory is not supported by specific rewards, it is ultimately rootless duckweed.

If the enemies are all defeated, we can't fight ourselves, can we?

Moreover, once the world is at peace, in ten years, the current seasoned veterans will immediately degenerate into something you can't imagine, and they will soon become a class similar to the aristocratic families of the Yan Kingdom, the literati of the Qian Kingdom, and the nobles of the Chu Kingdom;

While gnawing on the Prince's Mansion's iron crops, they will be walking birds and fighting crickets, and future generations may not even be able to ride a horse, let alone ride and shoot."

Zheng Lin looked at Zheng Fan and said:

"I still don't quite believe it."

"Of course there are ways to try to slow down its degeneration. For example, continue to find new opponents to the outside, but at that time, war will no longer be a benefit, but a burden.

This is the sequelae of blindly believing in force, just like using secret methods to stimulate potential. After a short period of strength and expansion, you will soon fall into weakness.

This world, your dad has conquered half of it, so no matter how you think about it, your dad doesn't want it to fall apart again immediately.

Unless you, son, continue to achieve dazzling results in the coming years and are on par with your dad in terms of halo, even if this position is given to you, it will be difficult for you to use a knife on this situation.

Don't look at them kneeling down to you one by one, enthusiastically calling you Heir Apparent, Your Highness, and wishing you a thousand years;

In fact, half of it is because of your dad's face, and the other half is because you are my son, and they and their descendants can continue to live a standard household life after you take over.

Therefore, your dad has to start thinking in advance, at the right time, preferably a little earlier, to change things that should be changed, so that your burden will be much smaller, and the situation of this world can be maintained for as long as possible."

After saying these words,

Zheng Fan picked up his teacup again;

Zhao Yuannian next to him stood up and bowed respectfully.

"Actually, I don't have a particularly big interest in the position of Heir Apparent," Zheng Lin said.

"You have family, you need protection, so you need it.

Actually, you don't need to have too much pressure, and don't think of it as a burden. Just treat it as part of life's experiences. After all, you'll get tired of walking the Jianghu for too long, and being a barbarian for too long will be boring.

It's best to try everything and really taste it, so that life is complete.

I hope you can be happy in this life,

But in other words, where is there absolute happiness in this world?

For example,

One day you become the number one Jianghu expert, the strongest in the world;

But a useless idiot doesn't fight you, but instead calls thousands of iron cavalry to besiege you,

Aren't you angry?"

Zheng Lin looked at his old man. He felt that his old man was alluding to himself.

"Ask those strong people who died at your dad's hands if they were angry.

Ask that Sword Forger again, wasn't he angry when I called him to come and stand guard by my side with just one sentence?"

...

"He's talking about you."

"I'm not angry," said the Sword Forger.

The Sword Saint smiled, "I don't believe it."

"I'm happy to meet my apprentice."

"Where's your face?"

"It's like forging a sword, it's only interesting if you have a goal. Besides, I know that this young master has high standards, well, he does have the qualifications to have high standards;

But the more he is like this, the more I have the urge to climb."

Hearing this, the Sword Saint couldn't help but shake his head.

He didn't believe that the Sword Forger could succeed, because the Sword Forger wasn't Zheng Fan.

The Sword Saint knew how arrogant his apprentice was. Only Zheng Fan, relying on his identity as his father, plus the Zheng family's best skill of manipulating people's hearts, could tame this young eagle.

Look,

Isn't it already starting to take effect?

...

The Prince, who was conducting parent-child education for his son,

was interrupted by a notification.

The people below reported that Wu Xiang's son, Wu Qin, was seeking an audience.

Zheng Fan hadn't seen Wu Xiang all along. This was to deliberately knock him down, but he had left his son in Jinghai City, and he asked to see him once a day, although he was always refused.

This child was only fifteen years old, but he had a lot of airs. The courtesan that Zheng Fan had seen at the Appreciating Flowers Pavilion last time was bought by him.

He originally wanted to use her as a gift for Zheng Fan, but after Zheng Fan saw the gift list, he sent someone to kick him out.

Hearing that he was here,

a look of disdain appeared on Zheng Lin's face.

Wu Qin was extremely attentive every time he asked to see him. He would kneel at the gate, kneel again after entering, and kneel again when waiting in the side hall.

Although he never saw anyone, he always entered with three kneelings.

"I think you can give him a name, Dad, just call him Wu Three Kneels."

Zheng Fan glanced at his son

and said:

"This name is not good. Dad is knocking the Wu family down. Willing to knock them down means that there is an intention to keep them. There is no need to humiliate people to death."

Zheng Fan leaned his body towards his son,

and instructed:

"Son, remember, you can humiliate a person, but you have to be prepared to kill him after humiliating him;

If you can't do it, or can't do it for the time being, there is no need to humiliate him."

Hearing this, Zheng Lin looked at his old man and nodded slightly.

What he naturally didn't know was that the reason why his dad was disgusted with this name was that it clashed with his dad's previous title as Prince of the Blood.

Liu Dahu walked in from the outside, holding a scroll in his hand:

"Your Highness, the latest military map has been drawn."

The Regent's Marshal Tent had an organization similar to a staff department, which was basically selected from the Embroidered Uniform Guard. These people could be sent out to be generals in the future.

The military map was a summary and update of military intelligence. The Prince had always attached great importance to it when fighting.

"Come, spread it out and take a look."

"Yes."

Liu Dahu spread out the military map. This military map included southwestern Chu, southeastern Jiangnan of the Qian Kingdom, and then extended all the way to the capital along the Qian River.

It wasn't comprehensive, but it was suitable for the current battlefield situation.

Zhao Yuannian was very excited when he saw this map, because the locations of Tongyan City and Mingsu City, as well as their surrounding affiliated towns, had been marked with blue marks.

The Qian Kingdom's territory belonged to red, the Yan people's territory belonged to black, and this blue color represented the territory of his official and this new dynasty.

It's getting bigger, it's getting bigger...

Zhao Yuannian really liked this game of painting grids,

He hoped it could be bigger, preferably painting 30% of Jiangnan. He didn't dare to ask for more.

The military map was also marked in various locations. For example, Nian Yao's troops were stationed in Mingsu City in southern Jinghai, and the Xie family was stationed in Tongyan City in northern Jinghai;

The original three towns plus the location of Jinghai City were guarded by the Jindong Army.

At the same time, the Qian River on the military map also marked the fleet, the Wu family's fleet.

"Yuannian, go there and ask for another copy of the rubbing. Pass down the order that from now on, there will be one copy of this military map here, and the official must also have one."

"Yes," Liu Dahu responded.

Low EQ, you can avoid it;

High EQ, what I have, the official must also have.

"Thank you, Your Highness."

After Zhao Yuannian bowed his thanks, he walked out with Eunuch Zhao.

Liu Dahu picked up the teapot and refilled Zheng Fan's tea;

The Prince pointed to the military map and said to his son:

"Actually, a few days ago, an idea popped up in my dad's mind. Dad was a little anxious and wanted to speed up the progress of this war.

For example, taking advantage of the Wu family's fleet, I would personally lead my troops along the Qian River and enter the Bian River again to knock the clock in the capital again.

Because Dad is sure that no matter what reaction I make in the rear, your godfather Liang Cheng and Uncle Gou and the others can make a prediction through the reaction of the Qian army on the front line, so as to reach a tacit understanding with your dad.

And you,

can replace me and accompany Zhao Yuannian to defend this territory here and prevent the Qian people in Jiangnan from counterattacking."

Hearing this, a look of joy appeared on Zheng Lin's face.

He was already very happy with the palace incident. Hearing what his dad meant, was he planning to let him completely let loose?

Although he stayed to be a puppet to stabilize the hearts of the people in the new dynasty, as long as his father left with his mother, would Zhao Yuannian dare not listen to him?

Who could stop him from being carefree?

"Dad, I think it's pretty good," Zheng Lin replied.

Zheng Fan shook his head

and said:

"It's not time yet. What is painful now are the Qian people. Wolves in front and tigers in the back.

The capital knows the significance of the three border areas to them. Losing the three border areas is not only the loss of the border, but also means that my Great Yan iron cavalry can directly march south, and the Qian people will not be able to defend even the capital. Even if they defend it, the capital can no longer be the capital.

However, we are now establishing a new dynasty in Jiangnan, no matter how big the territory is, because as long as we establish the new dynasty, the longer the time, the greater the impact will be, and eventually the rule of the capital in Jiangnan will disintegrate like an avalanche.

On the other hand, we have seized the Qian River, which can at least prevent more than 30% of the output from Jiangnan from supplying the north, and losing Jiangnan, or even an unstable Jiangnan with loopholes, will lead to insufficient blood supply in the north of the Qian Kingdom.

If the capital wants to deal with the situation in Jiangnan, it must transfer elites from the north back;

But once the elites in the north are transferred, the Yan army will inevitably follow up and will not give them a chance to be calm.

Therefore, reason tells Dad that continuing to stay here and waiting peacefully is the most beneficial choice for the overall situation."

Zheng Lin suddenly deflated.

Zheng Fan looked at the change in his son's expression and found it a little funny. He reached out and pointed to the military map and said:

"Come, come, you should first take a look at the layout of this military map and what benefits it has for our army. Take your time. My son has been comparable to a Qilin since childhood. Don't worry, Dad won't treat you like a child. Dad will also try his best to create opportunities for you to exercise yourself, such as letting your Brother Tian take you to lead a troop to capture a county town? Or to wipe out a Qian army entrenched there?

These are not problems."

Zheng Lin pouted. He wanted to continue to maintain his aloofness, but which boy could resist the temptation to lead troops into battle as a general?

Moreover, his dad has one thing that is very annoying. If you dare to be stubborn with him, he will follow your stubbornness and force you to bow your head and say nice things before he is satisfied.

In this regard, his mother is much better.

His mother never asks you to say nice and soft words. She just simply breaks your ribs.

Zheng Lin got up, walked to the military map, frowned

and said:

"Dad, I want to change my thinking."

"Oh?" Zheng Fan smiled. "Of course you can."

"If you were a Qian person, Dad, how would you break the situation in the face of this situation?"

Zheng Fan shook his head and said, "Dad can't break the situation either. Under the power of the country and the military, it can't be turned back by so-called war gods winning one or two games."

"Is there really no way?" Zheng Lin continued to ask, "Oh, right, you can give the Qian people a... a catchphrase that San'er's dad often says, that's called... cheating."

"Hehe."

Zheng Fan held his chin in his hand and looked thoughtful.

He enjoyed this kind of interaction with his son and would naturally give his son face, even if it seemed a little absurd.

After a long time,

Zheng Fan pointed to the military map and said:

"Unless the Qian people didn't send the elites to the north, but this is impossible, the Qian people's imperial edict has already..."

Speaking of this,

Zheng Fan suddenly stopped.

Zheng Lin looked at his old man curiously and found that his old man's expression suddenly became serious. Then he stood up and squatted down next to the military map.

At this moment, Zheng Lin felt the pressure from his old man, no longer peaceful and no longer lazy.

What Zheng Lin didn't know was that his dad looked at his Uncle Tian like this when he first started out.

"Cheating,

means that the Qian people are prescient, making extremely accurate strategic judgments in advance, and are willing to bet on it.

Ji Laoliu can issue an edict to scold me, so can his Qian people.

In recent years, apart from the three border areas, the new armies that the Qian people have organized that have become climatic, large-scale, and have also participated in the encirclement and suppression campaign against your Uncle Li Fusheng many years ago, are those four.

Meng Gong, Zhong Tianlang, Han Laowu, and Le Huan.

These four Qian generals and their subordinates have the ability to fight my Yan army in an open formation.

And these four, one should be deployed in Chuzhou, and the other three should be deployed in Lanyang City in the northeast corner to completely block the loopholes in the north.

The only way for the Qian people to break the situation is that these four elite field armies that should have gone north did not go north..."

Zheng Lin asked: "If they didn't go north, where should they be?"

Zheng Fan stretched out his finger and pointed,

"Hiding in the south of us?"

"Can they hide?" Zheng Lin asked.

"After all, this is the Qian territory. The Qian people's soldiers can hide on their own territory better than in the mountains."

Liu Dahu said at this time:

"Your Highness, I don't think it's possible. If the Qian people's four elite armies are hidden in the Jiangnan area, it means that the Qian people have predicted our army's entry into Jiangnan.

Then why did these three towns' soldiers take the initiative to come out and be easily defeated by our army, and then we took their three towns' defenses?

Then why would Mingsu City and Tongyan City surrender on their own?

Why would the Wu family... rebel against the Qian Kingdom and stand with us?

Even,

the earliest Liu Hui,

he shouldn't have chosen to open the city gate and give Jinghai City to us with both hands.

Therefore, I think this conclusion is absolutely impossible."

Zheng Fan nodded

and raised his hand at the same time;

Liu Dahu touched his pocket and then looked at Zheng Lin.

For some reason, looking at his old man like this, Zheng Lin, who no longer needed to dress up as a guard, silently took out the iron box and sent it to his old man's fingertips.

When he wanted to use a fire striker to help light it, his old man moved his hand away and instead spun the cigarette in his fingertips.

"Dahu."

"Yes, sir."

"Tell me, is there a possibility that the Qian people did it on purpose?"

"I..."

Zheng Fan's gaze continued to stare at the military map in front of him:

"First let us have the cities, one by one, let us come in, let us divide our troops to garrison, and our troops will be thinned out at this moment.

There are now more than six places with garrisons.

Our army's best mobility will also be lost as a result; and the Qian people will be able to divide them more calmly."

Zheng Fan placed his fingertip on the location of Mingsu City, which was now garrisoned by Nian Yao, and turned it several times;

Then,

he moved it to the Qian River, where the Wu family's fleet was located:

"Can the Wu family betray us again? Once the four Qian armies cut into our territory,

The Wu family's fleet can divide our army on both sides of the river on the Qian River."

"Your Highness... this... this is too..."

"Summon Wu Xiang to see me. I want to see if he dares to get off the ship now."

"Yes, I'll go now."

Zheng Lin then said: "Isn't his son here? How could he..."

Zheng Fan looked at his son

and said:

"Do you really think that all fathers and sons in the world are like you and me, fatherly love and filial piety?"

"I don't have any."

"When you were just born, I took you to see your grandfather. The black-armored man in the underground roared at me, and you, who were still in swaddling clothes, would take the initiative to roar at the black-armored man in order to protect me.

We fathers and sons can mess around at will on the surface;

But Dad believes that even if you looked down on your dad before, you wouldn't allow others to take your dad's head.

But in this world, things like sons killing their fathers and fathers abandoning their sons are not uncommon.

Especially those children of large families and high-ranking families, there are many women and many children, and they may not even be able to recognize all their children. How can they really care about them in their hearts?

Back then, the late emperor directly sacrificed a prince for the reason of attacking Chu."

Zheng Lin took the initiative to put his face in front of his old man.

At this time,

he actually had a smile on his face,

looking a little happy,

and lowered his voice:

"Dad, do you suddenly feel that you have gone too far this time?"

The Prince also moved his face closer to his son's direction,

also lowering his voice,

also whispering:

"Son, why don't we run away first?"

Zheng Lin took a few steps back subconsciously,

and opened a distance from his father;

Looking at the flickering expression on his father's face,

at this time,

he, who had always looked down on his father,

discovered for the first time

that he couldn't see through him...