Space Farming: Traveling through Ancient Times to Do Business

Xuan Yuchen listened carefully, and every word of his father was deeply imprinted in his heart. He understood that his father was teaching him how to govern the country and paving the way for his future.

"Father, I understand." Xuan Yuchen said solemnly, "I will definitely remember your teachings, govern the country with my heart, and care for the people with love. No matter how great the difficulties and challenges are, I will continue to move forward unswervingly."

Xuan Zhentian's eyes flashed with a gleam of relief when he heard this. He reached out and gently patted Xuan Yuchen's shoulder, as if conveying an invisible power. "Okay... okay... I believe in you... You will definitely be a good emperor..."

After his father's expectations and teachings, Xuan Yuchen's heart was still not completely calm. He looked at his father's eyes, which were full of wisdom but looked tired, and doubts and puzzles surged in his heart. Finally, he mustered up the courage and decided to ask the question that had been lingering in his mind for many years.

"Father, there is one thing I don't understand. I hope you can explain it to me." Xuan Yuchen's voice was low and firm. He looked directly into his father's eyes and did not allow himself to retreat at all.

Xuan Zhentian was slightly stunned when he heard this, as if he had not expected Xuan Yuchen to suddenly ask such a question. But he quickly regained his composure, looking at Xuan Yuchen with deep eyes, waiting for his next words.

"Your son would like to ask, why did your father lock your mother up in the Buddhist temple?" Xuan Yuchen's voice trembled slightly, because he was well aware of the sensitivity and heaviness of this question.

When Xuan Zhentian heard this, a complex emotion flashed in his eyes.

He was silent for a moment, as if recalling the long-forgotten past. "Yuchen, some things are not as simple as you think."

Xuan Zhentian's voice was low and slow, as if every word was carrying heavy memories: "Back then, the rumors about your mother and the prince of Feng State spread throughout the palace. However, it was not my wish to lock her up in the Buddhist temple, but your mother requested it on her own.

At that time, the situation was complicated. In order to maintain the dignity of the royal family and the overall stability, I finally had to make such a decision.

Over the years, I have been going to the temple to visit her, but Qin'er has always refused to see me. I know very well that she holds a grudge against me."

Having said this, Xuan Zhentian coughed dryly, and tears kept falling from his bloodshot eyes like a dam bursting.

Xuan Yuchen listened to his father's explanation silently, but the doubts in his heart had not completely dissipated.

Although he understood the difficulties and helplessness faced by his father, he still found it difficult to let go deep in his heart.

The fact that his mother was imprisoned and the years of separation made him feel painful and confused about it all.

He couldn't help but fall into deep thought, thinking about how to deal with this complicated past.

He clenched his fists and continued to ask, "Then why didn't your father send anyone to rescue me on the night I was assassinated? I almost lost my life. Is my life so insignificant in your heart?"

This question was like a sharp knife, piercing my father's heart. He coughed violently and his face turned extremely pale.

"Father, are you okay?" Xuan Yuchen was a little nervous.

Xuan Zhentian shook his head.

"Yuchen, you misunderstood me." Xuan Zhentian panted and said, "I only learned about what happened that night afterwards. At that time, I was busy dealing with the war on the border and was unaware of the changes in the palace. Moreover, the assassin was so cunning that even my secret guards failed to find his whereabouts in time. However, I can guarantee that from that moment on, I strengthened the guard in the palace and vowed to find the mastermind behind the incident and seek justice for you."

Xuan Yuchen listened to Xuan Zhen's explanation, and the anger in his heart gradually subsided. He understood that his father also had his difficulties and hardships. However, he hoped that his father could be honest with him and face the mistakes of the past and the challenges of the future together.

"Father, I have no intention of contradicting you! I just have too many doubts and puzzles in my heart that I cannot resolve. I hope you can understand my feelings at the moment!" Xuan Yuchen's tone gradually became gentle. He knelt on his knees and spoke to his father on the sickbed with great sincerity.

At this moment, Xuan Zhentian was gazing at Xuan Yuchen in front of him with his affectionate eyes, and there was a barely perceptible hint of relief in his eyes.

He knew very well that although his son had a strong and resolute character, he was actually very kind and upright in his heart, and had a heart that was selflessly dedicated to serving his country and his people.

So he slowly stretched out his hand and gently patted Xuan Yuchen's shoulder, as if he was conveying an invisible but powerful force and trust to him.

"Yuchen, you have really grown up. I have always believed that one day you will grow up to be a wise and good emperor.

The road ahead is destined to be long and extremely difficult, and all of this requires you to face it bravely with your own efforts. Only in this way can you truly experience the true meaning of life.

However, no matter what difficulties or challenges you will encounter in the future, you must remember one thing: you will always be my most beloved son, and the bright future of our great land!" Although Xuan Zhentian's voice was very light, the firm belief and infinite power contained in it were unquestionable.

"Father, I want to go see Mother." There was a hint of urgency in Xuan Yuchen's voice. He looked at his father Xuan Zhentian, hoping to get permission.

Xuan Zhentian raised his hand with great effort, pointed to a token beside the pillow, and motioned Xuan Yuchen to take it. Then, he weakly called out, "Yingyan."

"Your Majesty." Ying Yan quickly stepped forward, knelt beside the bed, and waited for Xuan Zhentian's instructions.

"Take Chen'er to the Buddhist temple to meet his mother." Although Xuan Zhentian's voice was weak, the order was very clear.

Ying Yan looked at Xuan Zhentian hesitantly after hearing this, as if he wanted to say something, but he finally held back. "Your Majesty, you..." He was about to say something, but Xuan Zhentian just shook his head slightly, indicating that it was okay.

Upon seeing this, Xuan Yuchen quickly said, "No need, father, let the other shadow guards come with me. You should have a good rest." He understood his father's physical condition and didn't want him to worry about him anymore.

"Thank you, Your Highness." Yingyan thanked Xuan Yuchen again, his tone full of sincerity and respect. Xuan Yuchen smiled slightly and waved his hand gently, indicating that Yingyan did not need to be so polite.

"Someone will lead your majesty back to the palace to rest later." Ying Yan continued. He knew Xuan Zhentian's physical condition very well, so he had to make sure everything was arranged properly. His eyes revealed his deep concern and loyalty to Xuan Zhentian.

"Brother Yan, why do you have to do this?" Xuan Zhentian looked at Ying Yan, with a complex emotion in his eyes. He understood Ying Yan's loyalty and concern, but he also knew that his body had dragged down too many people.