Many ministers did not know the real reason why the emperor sent the Third Prince to the border, and even Zong Luo himself was not clear.
Although the Third Prince was upright and clear, he was also decisive in killing on the battlefield, and should not be a foolishly filial person.
Who would have thought that such a decree, which was so fake in the eyes of many confidants, would actually be taken seriously by the Third Prince.
Many people were wondering in their hearts. Didn’t the Third Prince have any resentment in his heart over the years?
Such a sudden rejection should at least be clearly questioned. Look, even the Third Prince’s enemy and junior brother, the King of Beining, also looked surprised.
After listening, Emperor Yuan’s heart was like dead ashes, his anger attacked his heart, and he vomited a mouthful of blood.
He was already seriously ill, his body was weak, and he couldn’t stand the anger. Even if the immortal old man came, it would be useless.
Before his death, he was full of regret and his heart was bleeding.
All the grudges and knots disappeared in the moment when he heard that his beloved son had committed suicide.
If Zong Luo really knew his own origin, how could he commit suicide?
If it wasn’t for being unfilial, how could he be silent and obey immediately?
The emperor never thought that his child would be so filial and loyal to him.
Emperor Yuan never believed in ghosts and gods, but at this moment, he sincerely hoped.
——If there really are gods in this world, if he could do it again, he would be willing to exchange everything.
When he opened his eyes again, Emperor Yuan saw the face of the Great Witch.
It was not that he was saved, but a conversation that had happened several years ago.
“Your Majesty, do you really want to save the Third Prince?”
Emperor Yuan was in a daze.
He couldn’t tell whether this was reality or a dream, but after seeing Zong Luo, who was lifeless on the bed, Emperor Yuan still made the same choice as in his previous life.
After a series of untraceable probing, he found that he had returned to five years ago.
Five years ago, Zong Luo was still that spirited young general.
There was no decree to send him to the border for those two years. There was no change in the Witch Sacrificial Ceremony. They still maintained a father-son relationship on the surface, one indifferent and the other respectful, like every emperor who had high hopes for his prince in the Zong family, hiding all the warmth under the cold and majestic emperor’s skin.
If it weren’t for the real memories, Emperor Yuan would even think that he had just had a dream.
Who would have thought that the Emperor of Great Yuan, who had been in power for a lifetime, would end up in such a predicament in his previous life.
He didn’t know why he was reborn, and even the Great Witch couldn’t observe the trajectory of the Emperor Star.
But this did not prevent Emperor Yuan from laying out plans in advance, at least not to repeat the tragedy of his previous life.
However, while planning, Emperor Yuan suddenly discovered that he was not the only one who was reborn in this life.
Two years later, on a night of nine stars in a row, the whole world had the same dream.
After that, the news of the Third Prince’s death under the Hangu Pass came. In the same year, the King of Beining made a request different from his previous life.
With the memories of the previous life as a reference, it was extremely simple to discover these differences.
The dream woke up.
Perhaps it was the sobbing that disturbed him, or some kind of telepathy, the emperor on the bed actually moved.
For the first time in more than ten days, he opened his eyes.
Yuan Jia, who was serving by his side, was very surprised.
As early as a few days ago, the imperial physician had shaken his head. Even the Great Witch was helpless. Frankly speaking, he could hold on until now, perhaps he was holding on, wanting to see the Third Highness one last time.
Those phoenix eyes that were almost identical to Yu Beizhou were cloudy for a moment, and then they finally found the focus and became sharp.
Even if he was lingering on the sickbed, looking like he was dying, he was still majestic.
Emperor Yuan slowly turned his head, looked at the prince in white kneeling in front of the dragon bed, and pulled out a relieved but weak smile, “Luo’er, you’re here.”
Zong Luo suddenly widened his eyes, tears falling like rain.
He never thought.
Why, when he came back from the death escape in this life, would Emperor Yuan be so angry and shocked.
Because Emperor Yuan had vaguely suspected as soon as he saw Zong Luo, whether he had the memory of his previous life, and was hiding resentment and tricks.
Zong Luo never thought.
Why, at his birthday banquet, he did not present that piece of Shenlong jade, and after presenting the thousand-year-old ginseng, Emperor Yuan’s expression would be so displeased, even to the point of staying up all night.
Because Emperor Yuan knew long ago that the real gift that the Third had painstakingly prepared was not this.
Seeing that old ginseng, he could be more certain that his beloved son also had the memory of his previous life. The previous Hangu Pass battle was all a show for him.
However, seeing his beloved son vomiting blood at the birthday banquet, Emperor Yuan was both shocked and angry, and for the first time, he was tired and heartbroken.
This child, after all, still resents him.
Zong Luo never thought.
Why would Emperor Yuan be in such a hurry to make him the crown prince, and after making him the crown prince, he would be in a hurry to consolidate his power for him, set up the Eastern Palace, and push all his confidants to him like pouring out a gourd.
Because Emperor Yuan knew long ago that his time was running out.
Why, in this life, Emperor Yuan no longer hid his concern for him, but tells him one thing bit by bit–Father Emperor loves you.
He didn’t speak before the Witch Sacrificial Ceremony because it was the tradition of the Zong family. He didn’t speak after the Witch Sacrificial Ceremony because it was not of bloodline. By the time he finally understood, it was already too late to recover.
Emperor Yuan couldn’t explain to Zong Luo the reason for that decree in his previous life, which was indeed written by him. No matter how much a failed father-son relationship was mended, there would be cracks.
Why was Emperor Yuan’s expression so calm after confessing the truth that night? Even after multiple exposures, Zong Chengsi’s revelations, and his own confessions, there was still no doubt after so many slips.
Because Emperor Yuan knew all along.
He knew from the beginning that the Third was not his own blood.
Zong Luo didn’t know that even in this life, without Yu Beizhou participating in the switch of the wooden plaque behind the scenes, the position of the crown prince would only fall on him. Because Emperor Yuan had prepared another forged wooden plaque in his sleeve.
In fact, Emperor Yuan was pretending to be drunk that night. The emperor was suspicious, and it was the last test.
What made the emperor proud was that, whether before or after the rebirth, Zong Luo did not disappoint his expectations.
Even some clues.
For example, Zong Luo’s posthumous title was Filial Piety Crown Prince.
Filial piety was filial piety, and Ke was adherence. Together, it meant adherence to filial piety.
(TL: Filial Piety Crown Prince “是孝恪太子” xiao(是)=filial piety, ke(孝)=scrupulously and respectfully, tai zi(太子)=crown prince)
If Emperor Yuan had not been reborn, the posthumous title would naturally not point out filial piety.
It was precisely because Emperor Yuan was reborn, knowing that Zong Luo would really commit suicide because of his decree. Thinking that his beloved son was different from his previous life and died at Hangu Pass, he was heartbroken and therefore issued a decree to confer this posthumous title.
Even in the imperial mausoleum, the tomb originally designated for the Filial Piety Crown Prince was built according to the emperor’s specifications.
All in all, there were too many.
Through the deep and shallow curtains, the white hair on the emperor’s temples was dazzling.
The death of the previous life, the death of this life.
It turned out that he was not just letting his Father Emperor see his child die earlier than himself.
What kind of mood was Emperor Yuan in when he received the news of his death escape in this life?
Zong Luo didn’t dare to think.
And what was he doing at that time? He thought he was reborn, had a chance to start over, planned and strategized, step by step.
Not only Emperor Yuan, but also Yu Beizhou.
Those little tricks that he once thought were smart, in the end, all turned into knives. Without Zong Luo realizing it, they hurt the people who loved him over and over again.
“Father Emperor, it’s this son who is unfilial, this son deserves to die.”
Zong Luo knelt on the ground, his regret drowning him like a tide. “Father Emperor, this son has already asked Beizhou to get half of the pill, you don’t speak first, okay?”
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