But he never thought that the deepest and most silent love of the supreme being was to give this country to his own heir. Even if it involved pain, tears, torture, and interrogation in the middle.
Being in the imperial family, being an emperor, this was the most precious thing they could give.
How could Emperor Yuan hate the late emperor.
If he was the beloved prince, he would probably have died in the endless assassinations, or like the eldest prince, killed by another unknown brother.
Emperor Yuan gently closed his eyes and said softly, “Luo’er, Father Emperor loves you very much.”
Forgive Zhen for keeping you away from Zhen’s side and only told you until now..
Zong Luo was already in tears.
From the moment Emperor Yuan began to speak, Zong Luo’s heart was violently torn apart, and tears unconsciously slipped from his eyes on his usually gentle and firm face.
He knew that Emperor Yuan wanted to tell him–from beginning to end, the one I love is you, child. This love has nothing to do with anything else, it’s just because of you.
Apart from the initial quality, the rest of the love was what he fought for himself. Just as Emperor Yuan said, he gave all the princes a chance, but he gave him priority.
This belonged to him. It belonged to Zong Luo before transmigrating inside the book, and to Zong Luo after transmigrating inside the book.
Even though he should be overjoyed, Zong Luo was extremely distressed.
How much he wanted to look at Emperor Yuan at this moment and tell him sincerely– Father Emperor, I love you too.
But he couldn’t.
Zong Luo closed his eyes tightly, letting tears flow down his face, then retreated abruptly, knelt on both knees, and deeply pressed his forehead to the ground, turning towards the emperor in front of him.
This kneel, it’s not for anything else.
Only for the affection he once longed for, and also obtained from Emperor Yuan.
“Father Emperor.”
Zong Luo’s forehead was tightly pressed against the ground, his eyes closed, letting tears fall to the ground. Just the two words “Father Emperor” had exhausted all his courage.
He wanted to say–I’m sorry, this affection, this fatherly love, I am unworthy of it.
It should not belong to me, this plagiarist.
The more so, the heavier the guilt in Zong Luo’s heart.
Because he knew that what Yu Beizhou said was right. Even if he returned his identity to Yu Beizhou, this attention and love would not be inherited, and perhaps even anger would be incurred.
His debt with Yu Beizhou would never be paid off.
The latter did nothing wrong, but got nothing.
Such a sense of guilt mixed with pain made Zong Luo cry silently.
After silently paying homage to Emperor Yuan three times, he stood up silently and heavily from the ground, untied the Zhanlu from his waist, slowly took out the box containing the elixir from his arms, and then knelt upright on the ground, and again deeply, deeply kowtowed.
It was unknown how many times he kowtowed, until his forehead turned red.
“Father Emperor.”
The prince in white choked up and said, “This is probably the last time this son will call you like this.”
He pressed his forehead tightly against the cold floor, his voice trembling, “In fact, this son is not your biological blood, but the civet cat that the Yu family found to change the crown prince.”
Never once, Zong Luo hated himself so much, he didn’t read the full text before transmigrating inside the book. After transmigrating the book, he didn’t pay attention to the abnormalities of the people around him, but watched everything from a high and above god’s perspective.
“For so many years, this son has been under the care of Father Emperor. This son is ashamed that he has not lived up to Father Emperor’s expectations. This son has been unfilial and will no longer be able to fulfill his filial duties to Father Emperor. If Father Emperor wishes to kill or cut, this son will accept it without complaint.”
Several times, Zong Luo almost couldn’t continue, his palm turning purple from his tight grip.
The Star Gazing Tower was silent, as quiet as a tomb.
Zong Luo didn’t know how long he had been kneeling, waiting until the tears hanging on the tip of his nose dried up before he finally raised his head.
Emperor Yuan supported his head with one hand, his head deeply bowed. His eyes, half-open under the cover of his Mian Diao, were unclear whether he had fallen asleep or was simply too drunk to hear.
Martial artists were always highly alert. Seeing the empty wine jar nearby and getting no reaction from being so close, Zong Luo thought, Emperor Yuan must really be drunk.
Only at this time did Zong Luo dare to look at this tyrant.
He suddenly realized that Emperor Yuan and Yu Beizhou both had a pair of very similar phoenix eyes. When the gaze of these phoenix eyes fell on others, it could easily make people feel sharp and cold. However, the former had never looked at him with such icy eyes, while the latter’s gaze was as hot as his body temperature when he looked at him.
Zong Luo knew in his heart that this would be the last time.
The white-robed prince looked at the drunken emperor with a final lingering gaze, whispering almost silently, “This son will take his leave and not disturb Your Majesty’s rest.”
Regardless of whether Emperor Yuan heard him or not, as long as he woke up the next day and saw the intact box of immortal pill, he would be able to guess the cause and effect of the matter.
After all, the immortal pill was not eaten, whether it was to restore eyesight or to turn white overnight, it was all nonsense. Not to mention the final result shown on the wooden plaque of the Witch Sacrificial Ceremony the next day. Even without evidence, it was settled.
The dream of familial love that he had been longing for in two lifetimes should finally wake up.
Zong Luo placed the Zhanlu, immortal and the Xuan Cavalry tiger talisman neatly on the long couch, and stumbled back step by step.
He took one last deep look at the emperor who was propping up his head as if in a dream, and disappeared into the deep night without looking back.
The Star Gazing Tower fell into silence again.
Emperor Yuan still maintained his posture, frozen in place as if solidified, his breathing steady, even the jade string hanging down from his Mian Diao did not shift at all.
After a while, a fluttering red shadow swept down from above.
Yu Beizhou landed on the ground, paused for a long time, and after confirming that there was no mistake, he bent down and carefully picked up the box placed on the long couch.
He, who had watched the whole conversation, pulled out a mocking smile.
What a touching father-son relationship.
The young man in red clothes and white fur played with the pill box in his hand, feeling the increasingly scorching heat on his body, his eyes deep and hard to see in the dark night.
In the end, he still put the box into his sleeve and left without looking back.
