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

After a few days, Song Qiyan's weak body was finally able to get out of bed.

"Alas, the emperor is really harsh."

While helping Song Qiyan change the cloth strips, Mr. Xu looked at the scars on his back with heartache.

"How could any parent in this world be so harsh?"

"Who knows."

Song Qiyan's eyes were dim and he just replied indifferently.

His father was often moody and stricter with him than with other princes.

Ever since the death of Concubine Xian, the Emperor seemed to blame all the faults on him and was extremely cold to him.

The only thing she could discuss with Song Chengzhong was the engagement.

When Zhou Jingcheng and Concubine Xian were reported, Song Qiyan, who remained in the palace, became the target of public criticism.

It was at that time that rumors began to spread - it was often said that Song Qiyan was not the son of Song Chengzhong.

But out of consideration for the Emperor's face and the surviving Consort Xian, everyone just chatted in private.

But after the death of Concubine Xian, the Emperor's temperament changed drastically and he became extremely cold towards Song Qi Yan. No one could stop the people from talking about it, so the rumor spread widely among the royal family.

The most surprising thing is that Song Chengzhong avoided talking about this matter.

The neglect of his father and the sneer of others made the young Song Qiyan despair for a time, but in order to investigate the death of his mother, he had to stay in this palace.

He endured it all alone, secretly bearing the hurt caused by these rumors.

But one day, the He family blocked him against the wall, threw stones at him, humiliated him verbally, called him a bastard, and said he was not a real prince.

The youthful emotions finally broke through the shackles of years of repression, allowing him to openly fight back for the first time - he punched He Jin hard.

It was also because of this that he was punished that day and made to kneel in front of the gate of the Qianqing Palace for a long time and could not get up.

This kneeling lasted the entire morning.

"Third Prince, the Emperor said you can leave now."

Ye Xianzhou walked up to Song Qiyan and advised.

"I can't get up unless my father comes out to see me."

Song Qiyan was nine years old at that time, but he was more mature and steady than his peers.

He knew that if he knelt like this, he would only be scolded by his father, but he still insisted on doing so because he just wanted an answer.

"If the emperor doesn't come out, I will kneel until he does."

"Why are you doing this, Third Prince? The Emperor is busy today and I'm afraid he can't see you."

Ye Xianzhou looked at the stubborn Song Qiyan in front of him with heartache, then glanced at the Qianqing Palace where there was no movement at all, and sighed helplessly.

The ruthless father and the stubborn son are unstoppable no matter who comes.

Ye Xianzhou had no choice but to retreat slowly and wait for the emperor's decision.

Soon, the weather changed drastically.

I don’t know if it was because God felt sorry for Song Chengzhong’s son, but it started to drizzle.

"Your Majesty, it's raining outside. The Third Prince said he won't leave until he sees you. You should go see him. It would be bad if you catch a cold."

Hearing this, Song Chengzhong's pen, which had been writing non-stop, finally paused. He spoke with anger, but a trace of heartache unconsciously flashed across his eyes.

"Tell him I don't want to see him today."

"Your Majesty, please forgive me for being so abusive. The Third Prince is always stubborn. I'm afraid this won't work. If you don't see the Third Prince today, he will probably kneel down."

"Is he rebelling?!"

Song Chengzhong slammed the table and stood up, and Ye Xianzhou quickly knelt down.

"Your Majesty, please calm down. As far as I know, the He family's son was at fault for what happened today. He deliberately bullied the Third Prince. The Third Prince probably came to Your Majesty to seek justice for this reason."

"Fair? Do you know why I punished him?"

"Forgive me for my ignorance. I don't know."

Song Chengzhong slowly walked out of the chair.

"I want to make him so stubborn that he doesn't believe what others say. He should endure what he should endure, but if he can't endure it, he will be punished. With his character, if I am gone in the future, can he still survive?! Only when his heart is strong enough can he continue to grow. Now he has been defeated by these rumors?"

Ye Xianzhou did not dare to refute, but bowed his head and replied boldly, "But Your Majesty... the third prince is only nine years old now."

Hearing this, Song Chengzhong seemed to have thought of something, and a hint of pity finally appeared in his obscure eyes.

“Is it raining heavily now?”

"Big, big."

Ye Xianzhou raised his head in surprise and said repeatedly.

Only then did Song Chengzhong go to meet Song Qiyan holding an umbrella.

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Outside the house, there was a thunderstorm and Song Qiyan's petite body was swaying in the wind and rain.

Suddenly the raindrops above my head stopped and my whole body was surrounded by an umbrella.

He raised his head and met those stern eyes.

When he wanted to salute, he only heard a cold, "Forget it."

"Get up, I heard you have something to say to me?"

Song Qiyan stood up slowly, clenched his fists, and held on to his body so as not to fall down in front of Song Chengzhong.

"I do have something to say to my father."

"Are you trying to seek justice for what happened today? Mr. He was indeed wrong, but you shouldn't have done that."

"I know I need to be patient, but I am not here to ask for justice from my father."

Song Qiyan choked up as he spoke, his lips pursed into a straight line.

"Then what do you want to ask?"

"Father, is this child yours?"

When he raised his eyes, tears streamed down his cheeks. It was the first time that Song Qi Yan took off his disguise in front of his father.

"Why can the emperor's other children receive his love, but Yan'er can't? Could it be that Yan'er is not the emperor's child?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a slap landed on Song Qi Yan's face.

Song Qi Yan's eyes were heavy with a hint of anger. He placed his hands heavily on Song Qi Yan's shoulders and spoke in a serious tone, not as if he was joking.

"Yan'er, of course you are my child. Could it be that you also believed those rumors?!"

Song Chengzhong spoke with anger in his voice, and seeing Song Qiyan crying like rain, he suddenly felt choked with sobs.

Perhaps he saw the shadow of Concubine Xian in Song Qi Yan's face, or something else, Song Chengzhong pulled Song Qi Yan into his arms.

"Yan'er, no matter what others say, you are a prince, a real prince. You just need to know that you are my child. You must learn to be tolerant. Only in this way can you become strong and fight back against those rumors. This is what I want to teach you."

"Ah."

Song Qiyan slowly fainted in Song Chengzhong's arms, and was then taken away by Song Chengzhong for treatment.

I heard that later Song Qi Yan became seriously ill, and Song Chengzhong stayed by his side day and night for seven days.

It's funny to say that for all those years, the only time Song Qiyan fainted was when he could get the brief fatherly love from Song Chengzhong.

He didn't know how Song Chengzhong treated him during those seven days. He only knew that until the last moment before he fainted, he was secretly happy in his heart - because his father said that he was really his child.

But after experiencing more than ten years of cold words and being ignored, Song Qi Yan was obviously disgusted with this answer.

It was Song Chengzhong's words that kept him bound to his side for twenty-one years.

For him, it no longer mattered whether his father loved him or not. All he wanted was the truth about his mother's death and the results of his tolerance over the years.

Thinking of this, Song Qi Yan couldn't help but frown, with disgust in his eyes.

But he suddenly thought of something and briefly hid his disgust.

"Where's Jiang Wanyu?"

"Miss Jiang. It seems that since returning from the palace, you have started to take care of the affairs of Huaxiu Pavilion. I haven't come to visit you in the past few days."

At the end, Mr. Xu shut his mouth consciously.

Oh no, I said too much.

But Song Qi Yan just smiled faintly.

"No problem. If she doesn't come to me, I'll go to her and prepare the carriage."

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