Save the villain and become the villain [Quick Wear]

Fan Wushang has been watching the situation in the court with a cold eye, watching the external relatives meddling in politics, the Prince of Qi becoming the most powerful, and the royal family declining. It would be a lie to say that he was not sad.

But before we knew it, this situation was broken.

Fan Wushang had always wanted to communicate with this man named Chongyang, but the emperor was always present every time they met, so there was never a chance until now.

The person is staying in his house temporarily and will not leave in the short term, so he is not in a hurry for a day or two.

He thought so, but he didn't sleep well the whole night. He was inexplicably nervous, wondering what he should say to appear to be a cultured military commander.

The tossing and turning was too noisy, and he was eventually kicked out of the house by his wife.

The next day was a day off and it was not his turn to be on duty, so he started to inquire about what was happening in Tingzhuyuan early in the morning. When he learned that everyone had gotten up, he rushed over immediately.

Qi Yang had just finished his bowl of porridge when he heard the maid serving him say that their master had arrived.

Judging from the voice, the person was clearly still at the gate of the courtyard. As he thought about it, he realized that this was Fan Wushang's courtesy to him.

He put down his bowl and chopsticks, straightened his clothes, and went to welcome the person in person.

After the two of them exchanged a few polite words, Fan Wushang sat down next to him.

The closer he looked, the more familiar the young man looked to him. He remembered that his son had said his last name was Ji, and his heart trembled.

He suppressed the many emotions that came with that thought and asked, "I haven't asked your father yet?"

"My father is Ji Shifeng, and my grandfather is... Ji Yuan."

Fan Wushang opened his eyes wide and stood up suddenly. Looking at his appearance, he suddenly felt as if he had met his old friend. His hands began to tremble uncontrollably, as if he really wanted to hug him.

"You are still alive, and the Ji family still has descendants alive. Then your parents..."

Qi Yang looked at him, silent, but it already explained a lot.

Fan Wushang felt as if a basin of ice water was poured over his head. The joy on his face instantly turned into a bleak and dead look, and his tiger eyes were filled with tears.

In comparison, the only descendant of the Ji family in front of him seemed much colder, which made Fan Wushang even more uncomfortable.

"My child, how did you get through these years alone? How much suffering did you have to endure? Why didn't you come to me? Your father and I are close friends. I even held you in my arms before. You called me uncle and said you wanted to fight with me on the battlefield in the future."

Previously, he only thought that this young man was a genius, but when he learned that he was actually the son of an old friend, Fan Wushang felt a little desolate and sad.

Qi Yang looked at him and asked calmly, "Something happened to the Ji family. Have you asked His Majesty to find out the truth?"

Fan Wushang felt guilty, but he still explained: "When I got the news, I submitted thirteen memorials, but the late emperor was unwilling to investigate and reprimanded me. Later, I went to investigate privately, but was discovered by the emperor and was punished to reflect on my mistakes at home. I tried to find you, but the local people said that no one in the Ji family was alive. If I had known you were still alive, I would have found you."

Qi Yang combined his words with the power changes in the court over the past fourteen years, his heart trembled, and his hands clenched instantly.

"You are a general guarding the country, but you have no real power. Is it because of... this matter?"

Fan Wushang looked at him sadly, his face showing bitterness: "If I still had real power, I'm afraid my Fan family wouldn't be alive today."

Qi Yang fell silent for a long time and said, "When my family suffered a disaster, I was able to survive thanks to the loyal servant in the mansion. His own son died under the assassin's sword for me. My mother hid me in a secret room, and I hid in there for three days."

He didn't continue, but Fan Wushang already knew what he wanted to know most.

The man, who was nearly fifty years old, had lost all his composure, burst into tears, and suddenly rushed out of the room, asking the servant guarding the door to fetch his treasured Cui Tao wine.

After a while, it was the hostess of the mansion who personally brought the wine.

Tang Qinghuan heard from the servant about her husband's misconduct and came to see him specially. She was a little surprised and turned to look at another person in the room. She saw that his face was calm, but he could not hide his sadness.

She and Qi Yang nodded, put down the wine, and asked, "What happened?"

"Madam, do you know who he is? He is Ji Shifeng's son, and there are still people in the Ji family."

Tang Qinghuan's breathing stagnated. He could not help but step forward and carefully observe his appearance. Tears gradually filled his eyes and he murmured, "Chongyang, the name Chongyang...why didn't I think of it?"

Fan Wushang sighed sadly: "I should have thought of that. My son told me his last name was Ji. I should have thought of that."

Tang Qinghuan hugged Qi Yang and wiped her tears, muttering "You've suffered so much", then turned around and kicked her husband in the knee, angrily saying, "You're a general, but you didn't even notice this."

After a long period of confusion, the couple finally calmed down. Tang Qinghuan poured wine, and when it was Qi Yang's turn, he asked, "You just woke up last night, can you drink?"

"Of course I can," Qi Yang took the jar of wine, poured himself some, and said to the two people in front of him, "Junior Ji Chongyang, respectfully presents to uncle and aunt."

After that, he drank it all in one gulp.

Seeing that there was nothing unusual about him, they both started drinking.

Tang Qinghuan is the daughter of a general. She grew up on the border and had fought on the battlefield with her father and brothers. Drinking was no problem for her.

After drinking a few bowls of wine, she cried and laughed at the same time. Suddenly, she seemed to have thought of something. She looked at Qi Yang and said in horror, "Chongyang, you, you are not really castrated, are you? Then your Ji family will be extinct, right?"

Qi Yang was fine, but Fan Wushang's expression suddenly turned strange.

He was thinking about what happened between the emperor and his nephew.

As the commander of the Imperial Guards and the emperor's confidant, he knew very well that the rumors were not just lies but true.

After such an affair with the emperor, it will be impossible for this nephew to marry and have children in the future.

Qi Yang drank the wine in the bowl and said calmly: "Aunt, Your Majesty and I love each other."

Tang Qinghuan had been drinking, so his brain was a little slow to work. When he reacted and was about to speak, he burped with a strong smell of wine.

"Are you and the emperor real?"

"Yes."

Tang Qinghuan was speechless, and sighed for a long time. With a pair of drunken eyes, he gently stroked Qi Yang's head and sighed: "As long as you are happy, life is so hard, just be happy, but... Alas, the royal family has been so ruthless since ancient times. If the emperor betrays you, what will you do?"

Qi Yang played with the empty wine bowl, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

These two newly-appointed elders drank to drown their sorrows, but they became even more worried. They worried about this and regretted that, and they talked to each other and decided to adopt Qi Yang as their adopted son.