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Emperor Yuan smiled, without saying a word.

In the quiet sleeping hall, the emperor gently placed his broad hand, full of calluses, on his head.

Although Emperor Yuan didn’t say anything, Zong Luo understood everything.

In an instant, his tears became more torrential.

Countless self-blame and regret surrounded Zong Luo, as if he was being roasted on a fire, painful and tormented.

Zong Luo still didn’t want to give up, sobbing softly, “Father Emperor, that immortal pill…”

As it turned out, the immortal pill was indeed a genuine item of the immortals. If it weren’t for that immortal pill protecting a part of the heart meridian, Yu Beizhou would have truly died on the way to the Ghost Valley.

It was for this reason that Zong Luo was filled with regret.

If he hadn’t gone to the front line at that time, but had explained everything to Yu Beizhou earlier, stayed in the Imperial City, and left the immortal pill to Emperor Yuan, things wouldn’t have developed to this point. Perhaps Emperor Yuan wouldn’t have died.

After all the twists and turns, all the arrangements and plans he made after his rebirth became nothing.

Emperor Yuan knew from the beginning, silently standing behind him, shielding him from the wind and rain, paving the way to the throne. But he didn’t say anything.

A father’s love was like a mountain, no need for words.

In this contrast, his and Yu Beizhou’s intense and persistent love and hate, even if they were open to each other, still left scars to this day, and it became impossible to talk about.

Because their biggest disagreement was entangled between the two of them, from the exchange of bloodlines, a ridiculous fate that couldn’t be sorted out or cut off.

And now, Emperor Yuan had pierced through this layer of window paper.

In the end, even if he didn’t intend to occupy the nest, Zong Luo truly enjoyed the convenience brought by this identity, and even took away this deep fatherly love.

The fear of his Father Emperor’s impending death and the guilt towards his lover overwhelmed him.

Yu Beizhou was the one who did nothing, and in the end, he had nothing.

Emperor Yuan helplessly interrupted Zong Luo’s wild thoughts. “The immortal pill is useless to Zhen.”

The broad palm rested on the crown prince’s white hair, silently comforting.

He had exhausted his life to save people, and he knew there would be this calamity.

Moreover, Emperor Yuan had asked the Great Witch on the side, although he didn’t know why he could retain his memory, it might be related to his wish when he was dying in his previous life.

“The Great Witch said, there are gains and losses, everything has a price.”

The emperor leaned on the soft couch, slightly closing his eyes. “Zhen just thought at that time, if Zhen could do it again, Zhen would pay anything. Since Zhen’s wish has been fulfilled, the current situation is also expected.”

“However, Zhen really didn’t expect, before death, Zhen could still take another look at you.”

Emperor Yuan actually had a vague premonition.

He had a premonition that this sudden illness should not be as easy as it was in his previous life. So he wanted to take advantage of this last time to keep his most beloved child by his side and arrange everything for the future.

During this period, the entanglement of the two sole descendants of the Ghost Valley, the emperor naturally saw everything.

It really annoyed people, so he found a reason, out of sight, out of mind, and packed Yu Beizhou and threw him to the front line.

This was a deterrent, but also a warning.

Although Emperor Yuan had never dreamed of Zong Luo, before Yu Beizhou and the Great Witch perfected the time reversal array, he had dreamed of many follow-ups of the Great Yuan in his previous life. He watched helplessly as Yu Beizhou ruined the ancestors’ meritorious achievements of the Great Yuan.

After having those terrible dreams, if it weren’t for this stinky kid who saved Zong Luo, Emperor Yuan would have chopped him up long ago.

However, when he saw his most beloved child kneeling in front of him, choking with sobs and asking to go to the front line, Emperor Yuan still softened his heart.

He began to reflect on himself.

Is it too cruel to let his most beloved child watch him die?

So after thinking about it, in the end, Emperor Yuan still chose to let go. Let his most beloved child do anything he wanted to do.

The matter has been settled, even if there is an immortal pill, it cannot be reversed.

“All these have nothing to do with you. Don’t blame yourself, and don’t waste your effort anymore.”

At some point, all the servants in the entire palace had left. Only the crown prince in white was kneeling in front of the dragon couch, his white hair draped behind him, crying like a child, gasping for breath.

Emperor Yuan touched his head, suddenly squinting his eyes. “Since you are here, what are you doing standing at the door, come in for Zhen.”

Light footsteps sounded.

In Zong Luo’s tearful eyes, he saw the crimson hem sweep past the hollow incense burner in the palace that was dyed with calming incense. Finally, it stopped next to him, hesitated for a moment, and also knelt down. “Your Majesty.”

Yu Beizhou held a brocade box in his hand, which contained half of the immortal pill brought from the Third Prince’s Mansion. His clothes were slightly disheveled, and at first glance, he had rushed over in a hurry.

Seeing him, Emperor Yuan almost laughed out of anger. “Kneel down cleanly. When you hurt Luo’er’s heart and framed the Fourth, Zhen didn’t see you being so cowardly.”

The young man in red pursed his lips and said nothing.

Since Emperor Yuan was also reborn, how could he not see the entanglements and disputes?

It could only be said that the old ginger was still hot. In this life, he put all his energy on Zong Luo, and he only saw Zong Luo in his eyes, so he ignored many abnormalities.

(t/n: old ginger is still hot-is a metaphor for a person who has qualifications and experience in a certain aspect, and is prudent and experienced in doing things; it can also be a metaphor for a thing that is mature or relatively perfect in a certain aspect)

Yu Beizhou couldn’t help but regret.

It was not easy for him to finally embrace his senior brother, two people full of scars put down the past, willing to be honest.

If something unexpected happened here, it would really make him vomit blood.

“What, have nothing to say?”

Facing Yu Beizhou’s silence, Emperor Yuan sneered twice. “You really have the ability, Luo’er was in front of Zhen back then, begged Zhen to let him go to the front line, the reason given was to break away from you. This trip, now both the love affair and the battlefield are smooth, both return victorious, you are very proud, aren’t you?”

Thinking back to the previous life where so many princes were vying for the throne, in the end, a dark horse called Yu Beizhou ascended the throne. Ascending the throne without issuing a decree to clarify his identity to the world, he just went up in such an improper way, allowing the world to think that the foundation of Great Yuan was stolen by a king of a different surname, and the pot was also buckled on the head of Emperor Yuan.

Considering this was also for the sake of clearing the name of the Third Prince after his death in the previous life, Emperor Yuan could say nothing.

What he was most angry about was Yu Beizhou, this stinky kid, who simply didn’t do a good job as an emperor.

Clearly talented, capable, and had ambitions in one’s heart. Obsessed with ambition, ruthless, decisive, capable of leading soldiers in battle and struggle in the court. The monarch’s strategy, the way of the monarch, and the art of controlling the lower were all at hand.

In theory, Yu Beizhou could completely be a wise monarch. With the merit of unifying the world, the great foundation was here, and it was not impossible to be the one emperor through ages.