Abandoning concubines and raising children to seize the throne

He Zangfeng was not sleepy. He sat alone on the mountain, looking up at the starry sky.

He knew his grandfather's temper. Even if his father could forgive his mother, his grandfather would not let her go.

He had just gone to the arena to check, and the large pool of blood on the ground shocked him. He had already vaguely guessed the result.

Suddenly, he seemed like an abandoned child, not knowing where to go.

If he was a pure evil person, there wouldn't be so much entanglement, but his father raised him very well, and sometimes it is painful to distinguish right from wrong.

He Zangfeng has both sympathy and resentment towards Mei Qingge, but he is not a child and understands that no one can explain matters of the heart.

Just like the first time he saw Yin Qingxuan, he always had an indescribable affection in his heart. Whether that feeling was family affection or love, He Zangfeng couldn't explain it clearly.

Perhaps he is also a person with a dark heart. Knowing that Yin Qingxuan is accompanied by her ideal husband, he desperately hides his true thoughts. He is really hypocritical!

Thinking of that stunningly beautiful face, He Zangfeng couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth and revealed a sarcastic smile.

As he was distracted, he heard a faint sound of clothes breaking through the air behind him, but He Zangfeng did not look back.

He thought it was his father, but he saw a wine jug being handed to him from the side.

"Want something to drink?"

Ye Jingyu's voice as gentle as jade sounded above his head, and then he sat down next to He Zangfeng in a casual manner.

He Zangfeng's eyes swept across Ye Jingyu's handsome face, which was as quiet as an autumn lake. For a moment, he felt ashamed of himself.

The thought just now made He Zangfeng feel dirty and vulgar.

He took the wine and took a few big gulps, as if to relieve the depression and guilt in his heart.

Ye Jingyu didn't say much, and just sat quietly with him on the top of the mountain, overlooking the mountains below.

In the blink of an eye, He Zangfeng drank all the wine in the pot.

"Any more?"

"Enough."

Ye Jingyu smiled faintly, took off a pot from his waist and threw it over casually.

He Zangfeng took a few more gulps, then turned around and asked, "Did Qingxuan ask you to come?"

Ye Jingyu smiled slightly: "Everyone is worried about you."

He Zangfeng asked again: "Is my mother dead?"

Ye Jingyu did not answer, but He Zangfeng had already determined the answer in his heart.

"Will you hate it?"

Ye Jingyu looked at the mountains and asked back.

He Zangfeng slowly closed his eyes.

"I can't tell how I really feel, and I don't know what the right thing to do is."

As a son, he should avenge his mother, but who should he avenge?

Killing father?

Kill Mei Qingge?

All the suffering that Mei Qingge had endured over the past decade was also caused by her mother.

But if he does nothing, is he still worthy of being a son?

He Zangfeng's life has always been simple. Apart from practicing martial arts every day, he would find ways to run out of Yincheng to play, and he was very leisurely and contented.

Today, he felt heavier than ever before. His troubled mood made him feel suffocated and extremely depressed.

Ye Jingyu nodded in agreement.

“Once the beauty that you have believed in for a long time suddenly collapses, you will indeed fall into temporary confusion, but I believe that you can make it through. The road is always looking forward, don’t make unnecessary stops, and don’t look back.”

He Zangfeng smiled bitterly.

"Where do we have to go to reach the end?"

"You should go with the flow in life. Why plan your days too carefully and too clearly? It may not be a good thing. Once something goes beyond your plan, you will inevitably be disappointed and distressed. Many things are also not worth thinking about. If you think too much, you will become obsessed and breed demons. There is no absolute good or bad in the world. It all depends on how you think."

Ye Jingyu's voice was like a gentle breeze blowing on his face, clearing up He Zangfeng's mind.

Little did he know that this was also what Ye Jing Yu felt.

He once imagined everything to be very beautiful, with a mother who loved him and a majestic and kind father. However, as he grew up, he found that what he wanted was nothing but illusions and too unrealistic.

He didn't know when the father-son relationship he thought of turned into a venomous snake and a ferocious beast, and the two were disgusted with each other. He thought he would always be with his mother and enjoy her company, but what he saw was his mother's miserable death.

Even though he now knew his mother was alive, the nightmare from his childhood would still pop up in his mind from time to time.

Who should he resent?

Blaming his mother for not entering the palace?

Blame Pavilion Master Xiao for taking his mother away?

Everything happens for a reason. There are too many confusing things in the world to figure out everything.

So when he first saw Xiao Xuanzi, he did not let Jueying investigate too much. Sometimes the unexpected can be a rare surprise.

Thinking of his wife and children, Ye Jingyu raised the corners of his lips slightly, but then hid the smile in an instant. If he was happy at this time, it seemed disrespectful.

After a long time, He Zangfeng let out a long breath.

"As expected of you, the monarch of the world. I am grateful for your teachings, He Zangfeng."

Ye Jingyu chuckled: "Brother, you are too polite."

"When are you planning to leave?"

When He Zangfeng met Ye Jingyu's gaze for the first time, his originally sinister look slowly dissipated, revealing the frankness that a young man should have.

"After the Ascension Road is closed, I will return to Beijing."

Three days later, Zifu will open the way to heaven. There are not many trustworthy people in the martial arts world, so in order to prevent them from causing chaos, Ye Jingyu decided to stay for a while, lest his little girl would be worried if he left.

He Zangfeng opened his mouth and closed it again.

The polite words to keep him seemed even more awkward. Ye Jingyu was responsible for the rise and fall of the world, so it was naturally impossible for him to stay here for long.

He raised the wine pot and said loudly: "I will toast you first and wish you a smooth journey back to Beijing."

Ye Jingyu took out another pot of wine and clinked glasses with him.

"Thank you very much. Whenever you want to go to the capital to play, Jingyu will do his best to be the host."

He Zangfeng laughed.

"I'll remember this. If you break your promise, I will turn the palace upside down..."

While the two were talking, Ye Jinglan was doing a color ultrasound on Yin Qingxuan, and the results showed that the fetus was doing well.

"Can you tell if it's a boy or a girl?"

Yin Qingxuan asked somewhat nervously.

Ye Jinglan put away the instrument, turned his back and asked: "Do you also favor boys over girls?"

Yin Qingxuan rolled her eyes at him.

"Go away, I won't, I'm just scared it's a boy."

Ye Jinglan asked nonchalantly: "What's so scary? Can't you cultivate a second Xiao Nanfeng?"

"Of course I can. But that's why I'm afraid. People's hearts are biased. Once I have my own son, I will inevitably be unfair. This is unfair to Xiao Nanfeng. I can't let the original owner down. I promised her, and I must do it."

Yin Qingxuan's voice was soft, but her tone was firm and left no room for doubt.

Ye Jinglan took off his disposable gloves, leaned on the bed and looked at her.

"Sometimes I feel like you're more ancient than the ancients. Is that necessary?"

"Yes, as a man one should keep his promises."

She raised her eyes and looked at Ye Jinglan.

"Do you want to leave without saying goodbye?"

Ye Jinglan almost choked. He coughed and said, "You turned too big a turn. Did the brakes fail?"

Yin Qingxuan put her clothes in order and said calmly, "Don't talk nonsense to me. Since the Holy Land has sent several groups of people to find you, they will definitely not give up. Since I regard you as a friend, I will not let you face it alone. If you don't return to the capital with us, I will chase you to the ends of the earth."

Yin Qingxuan's tone was firm and somewhat aggressive, and her pair of black and white eyes were as sharp as a knife. Even Ye Jinglan didn't dare to touch her edge.

He was silent for a while, and suddenly laughed.

"Don't be crazy. If you are not satisfied, go find your husband. If you really chase me, I'm afraid your husband will break my legs first."

Yin Qingxuan kicked him angrily.

"No matter what, you have to come home with me. I will go to Shangqing Temple in person and ask for the details of this matter."

Ye Jinglan let out an exaggerated cry, clasped his hands together and said, "Alright, auntie, I promised you, isn't that enough? If you kick me a few more times, I won't be able to walk independently."

Yin Qingxuan chuckled. This fellow villager's kung fu didn't seem to improve much, but his eloquence was getting better and better.

"Then it's settled. We'll return to Beijing in a week."