Hey, you are reborn too?

"Che'er," the late emperor's voice was still ringing in my ears, "you don't have to be so defensive. I sent everyone away because I wanted to hear the true voice in your heart."

The prince had sharp ears and when he heard a noise he guessed that his father had gotten up from his chair.

"Alas, I am really old. I often think of Jiaqi when he was still alive," the emperor's vague voice finally stopped. The prince knew that it was his father standing beside him. "What a good Jiaqi, what a pity."

Jiaqi is the courtesy name of Marquis Zhongyong.

The prince couldn't help but tremble slightly. Could it be that the death of the loyal and brave marquis really had nothing to do with his father?

Hearing the footsteps getting closer, the prince knew that his father was walking towards him.

"Father," the prince swallowed his saliva and decided to answer carefully, "For this question, I think it would be better for you to ask the Imperial Observatory or the Imperial Master."

"National Master," the late emperor's voice sounded a little emotional, "The National Master is old and has been in seclusion recently. I can't trouble him with such a small matter."

The prince pouted slightly and said, "It's no use for you to trouble me. I can't give you an accurate answer."

"Forget it," the late emperor exhaled, "You have always disliked the talk of ghosts and gods, so I won't make it difficult for you."

The prince breathed a sigh of relief. His heart, which had been in his throat, now settled back into his stomach comfortably.

"Let me ask you something else."

A clear sound exploded in the prince's ears like thunder.

What? You still have questions?

As if he was unaware of the prince’s refusal, the late emperor spoke on his own. “From now on, I won’t care what the prince think at all.”

"Che'er, is it true that the loyal and brave Marquis came back to life?"

The prince did not answer directly, but his trembling body betrayed him.

"That night," the late emperor narrowed his eyes and his expression became gloomy, "what did you see in the mourning hall?"

"Your son," the prince racked his brains, trying to find a gentler way to evade the man in front of him, "Your son actually didn't see anything."

"nonsense!"

With a roar of anger, the prince felt something heavy hit his head. He felt a pain in his forehead and blood oozed out.

"Crack"!

The porcelain cup fell to the ground, and the sound of it breaking clearly hit the prince's eardrum. Together with the pain in his forehead, it made his heart ache.

"Your Majesty," the Crown Prince slowly straightened up and looked into the eyes of the late Emperor. His voice was hoarse, but his eyes were terrifyingly bright. "Last night, I did see the Loyal and Brave Marquis standing up in the mourning hall."

The prince swallowed lightly, but his voice was still dry: "Also, I heard the wife of the Loyal and Brave Marquis crying out in injustice in the coffin, saying that the Loyal and Brave Marquis died unjustly."

"presumptuous."

Facing his father's wrath, the prince stood exceptionally straight this time.

His eyes were firm and sparkling: "She also said that the Marquis escaped the open guns on the battlefield, but could not escape the hidden arrows of the royal family!"

"Father," the prince's voice began to tremble, "could what she said be true?"

"How dare you!" The late emperor pounded his fist on the table, his eyes wide open. "How dare you slander the royal reputation like this! How dare you slander the royal reputation like this!"

The prince was silent.

It was a good thing that I changed "Emperor" to "Royal Family". If I had said the original words, I don't know how angry my father would be.

"How dare you, cough cough..."

Perhaps because he was too excited, the emperor's old illness came back. He suddenly covered his mouth and started coughing.

"Father," the prince was kneeling at this moment, a little far from the late emperor. He had no intention of standing up, so he just knelt straight, "Father, please calm down. Your health is more important."

"Cough cough cough..."

The emperor's cough was getting louder and louder, and the prince sensed something was wrong.

"Father?"

Although he had resentment towards his father, the prince still gritted his teeth, endured the numbness and pain in his legs, and crawled to the side of the late emperor, thinking of the father-son relationship of many years.

The late emperor coughed weakly a few times and his head slowly dropped.

"Che'er," he said in a hoarse voice, like two pieces of iron rubbing against each other, which made the prince feel uncomfortable and distressed, "Father, alas, time is running out."

"No," the prince supported the late emperor's shoulders and slowly moved him back to the chair, "You are in your prime, and you will still be in charge of the government of Dayuan for a long, long time."

The late emperor snorted and laughed.

He shook his head gently: "No, I know my own body well. From now on, Dayuan will be handed over to Che'er."

After he finished speaking, the late emperor closed his eyes slightly, looking as if he was extremely tired.

"Father," the prince put his coat on him, "I will go and get the imperial physician."

"No need," the emperor picked up a cup of tea on the table, took two sips, and then slowly said, "I know the level of the imperial doctors in the palace. I asked them to come, but they are just to prescribe two tonics for you to take."

"..."

The prince stared at the man in front of him for a long time.

He suddenly felt that this man had become a stranger in his eyes.

His mother died young, and he heard from the palace servants that his father had a liking for him, and that there were auspicious signs when he was born, so he was named the crown prince at birth and raised by the current queen.

Over the years, the Queen had always been very kind to him, but he was always trembling with fear, fearing that the Queen would abandon him one day after giving birth to a legitimate son.

During his years of fear, the only warmth he felt came from the man in front of him.

The prince didn’t know whether his father was a good emperor or a good husband, but to him, he was the best father.

My mother is always strict with me about my homework.

The prince actually understood.

The Queen Mother had the heavy responsibility of educating the crown prince, and the pressure was great.

However, this crown prince was not her biological son, so her mother had mixed feelings towards her.

They hope that the crown prince can excel and become a talent as soon as possible, but at the same time they are always on guard against him like a thief, preventing him from growing up too fast and threatening the possible legitimate son.

The prince was always sad because of his mother's contradictory attitude.

When he was a child, he was not as good at hiding his thoughts as he is now, and he didn't know how to disguise his emotions.

But because he cried and made a scene whenever he wanted, after being scolded several times by his mother, the prince no longer dared to make a scene in Fengyi Palace.

He gradually built a dam to hold back the emotions in his heart.

Every time the emotions came, they would erode the dam he had built over time like a torrent.

It might be okay once or twice, but if the tide comes too frequently, the dam will eventually collapse.

Whenever the dam in his heart collapsed, the prince would run to a small corner of the imperial garden and cry.

He curled up gently and hugged his knees, trying to give himself some warmth in the same posture as a baby in the mother's womb.

However, the prince was self-restrained and would not allow himself to stay in this corner of the imperial garden for too long.

If he escaped from the sight of those around him for too long, his mother would definitely send someone to find him. In addition, the prince always had a deep admiration for his mother, and he didn't want her to worry about him.

Therefore, he always restrained himself from crying. Once he had vented his emotions, he would immediately get up and return to Fengyi Palace, and face his mother with a smiling face.

It was as if he had no heart and would not be hurt by his mother's occasional look of disgust.

The only exception was that one time.