After rebirth, I rejected the Regent, but he pursued me instead

"Madam, don't wait any longer tonight. The prince is out and we don't know when he will be back."

"Why? Did something happen?"

Jiang Wanyu looked at Feng Niang who rushed in, and she gradually felt uneasy. She always felt that something bad had happened.

"Madam, you don't know that the servant just brought an urgent letter saying that the emperor suddenly fell ill and might not hold on for much longer, so he hurriedly asked the prince to go to the palace."

"What? This happened?"

Jiang Wanyu was stunned for a moment. The emperor had come specially to attend their wedding banquet today, so how come he suddenly...

Then Song Qi Yan must be very anxious?

After all, no matter what, the emperor is Song Qi Yan's father.

As she thought about it, the worry between her brows gradually faded away. Now all she could do was sit quietly at the head of the bed and wait for his return.

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In the Yangxin Palace, Song Chengzhong lay weakly on the couch. After he finished explaining his affairs one by one while gasping for breath, he called in the last person - Song Qiyan.

"Xianzhou, you go guard outside, Yan'er stays, and the rest of you leave."

Song Chengzhong sent everyone away, and then only two people were left in the hall.

Quietly aware of the noise in the hall, Song Qiyan just knelt on the ground, looking at the sick Song Chengzhong.

It's not that he was heartless to Song Chengzhong, it's just that they had been getting along like this for many years. Even before they parted, he had nothing to say to Song Chengzhong from the bottom of his heart.

"Yan'er, come here."

"it is good."

At Song Chengzhong's weak call, Song Qiyan stood up and walked to the head of Song Chengzhong's bed.

So the man took his last bite, and his weak face appeared in front of him. For a moment, he frowned and felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

"Yan'er, you really look like your mother."

Song Chengzhong raised his pale and weak hand, gently stroked Song Qiyan's face, carefully touching Song Qiyan's facial features, and tears welled up in his eyes for a moment.

However, Song Qi Yan still didn't say anything, just looked at him quietly, as if he was no longer looking at a father, but rather the last bit of pity for his enemy.

He couldn't tell whether he was sad or something else. He just knew that no matter what, he was one of the murderers of his mother.

It seems that if Song Chengzhong had not committed plunder, how could his mother have been imprisoned in the palace and finally died unjustly in the forest.

And he was a man who didn't even love his own father. For many years, he had been jumping back and forth between the status of a noble prince and the infamy of a bastard. It seemed that he had already seen everything lightly. Naturally, he no longer had any feelings for the man who was now lying weakly on the bed and called himself his father.

Seeing that Song Qiyan didn't say anything, Song Chengzhong loosened his hand slightly, turned sideways, and looked a little disappointed. After a while, he continued, "Yan'er, you must hate me very much."

"Your Majesty, you are too kind. There is no child in the world who would hate his or her parents."

"Yeah………"

Song Chengzhong chuckled, he knew Song Qiyan was lying to him.

After all these years, Yan'er still looks the same.

Song Chengzhong thought calmly and sneered, "If that's the case, then you should hate me even more."

"Father, what do you mean by this?"

Song Qiyan frowned slightly.

It was not known whether it was the illness that softened Song Chengzhong's heart, or whether he was deliberately pretending something, but he always felt that the man in front of him who had been extremely cold to him had become gentler in his attitude towards him.

"Yan'er, I have something to tell you."

Song Chengzhong, as if he had made up his mind, turned around, stared into Song Qiyan's eyes, and then his lips trembled slightly.

"Do you remember that since you were little, the question you most loved to ask me was whether you were an orphan?"

"remember."

Song Qi Yan narrowed his eyes slightly and looked into those sincere eyes. How could he not remember them?

No matter how many times he asked, the answer he got was always that he was indeed a prince, but ever since he killed his mother, his father never looked at him straight in the eye again.

"Father said that I am indeed your child, and told me not to listen to rumors outside and to be myself."

"Did you listen?"

Song Chengzhong's sudden words made Song Qiyan stunned.

Did you hear?

It seems like I heard...

Ever since he confirmed his identity, he really didn't care about the insults and scolding from the outside world. He just wanted to use his own hands to prove step by step that he could ascend the throne even without the recognition of others.

"I don't know what my father means."

Hearing this, Song Qiyan just smiled, although a bitter and unspeakable feeling made him pause for a moment. He slowed down before continuing, "If you listen, that's good. But you can't deny that I lied to you."

"cheat?"

Song Qiyan's heart trembled and his brows furrowed even more tightly. This was the first time he heard another answer in all these years.

For a moment, astonishment and depression intertwined in my heart, followed by an irrepressible anger.

Suppressing the doubts in her heart, she raised her eyes and asked Song Chengzhong again, "Father, you are ill. You have always told me that I am your child. How could it be a lie now?"

Hearing this, Song Chengzhong felt that the pain in his heart was more unbearable than the pain all over his body.

After a long while, he finally calmed down and said coldly, "Yan'er, you heard it right, you are indeed not my child, but..."

"Zhou Jingcheng, who killed your mother, is your father. You are just a lie I told to save face."

"what?!"

Song Qiyan's heart tightened, and he felt as if the sky was about to fall. His eyes became dizzy, his body panicked, and he almost fell to the ground.

How could he not be a prince?

Over the past 20 years, Song Chengzhong had personally confirmed his identity when he had repeatedly wavered in his doubts. How could it be a lie now? And it was really that person's child?

He couldn't believe it, nor did he want to believe it.

He worked so hard to prove himself, but in the end, he was faced with the fact that he was indeed a bastard?

And the child is from the man who killed his mother? !

In an instant, the building that Song Qiyan had built with great difficulty in his heart collapsed in an instant, causing him to fall to his knees with his hands on his head.

"Yan'er..."

"Don't call me Yan'er. Tell me why you lied to me. Why did you lie to me for twenty years? Every time when I was about to collapse, you seemed to give me confidence and told me to stay on my path."

Song Qiyan's eyes were fierce, and he grabbed Song Chengzhong's collar and interrogated him like a madman.

It seemed that the answer was no longer important at this moment. What was important was that he wanted to know whether all he had done was just to become a pawn of the man in front of him.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier! You did this just to avenge Zhou Jingcheng for taking my mother away! Song Chengzhong, you are so cruel. You made me and my biological father kill each other and never recognize each other. And you are willing to be your running dog!"

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