Bring your son to chase after your wife, please go home

Chapter 944 Restoring Memory (4)
Without a mother, he struggled in this palace. When he was three years old, Yongchang proposed to his father to adopt him under the name of Concubine Ning.

Concubine Ning Gui is a gorgeous and pampered woman, although she treats him well, but he just doesn't like to get close to her.

In those years, no matter what he did, right or wrong, his father would punish him in the most severe way, as if he never realized that this was his youngest son.

Without the protection of his mother and concubine, he often had tears in his eyes when walking in the palace. His father probably felt that he had many sons, so he never cared about his feelings. What was wrong was wrong, and what was right was also wrong.

When I was young, I didn't pay attention to it. When I was 16 years old, the mansion of King Jin caught fire, and then the stone gate of the imperial mausoleum fell down not long ago.

Every pile and every piece is declaring his father's endless rejection of him.

But now, his biological father, who had repeatedly shot him fiercely because of doubting his identity, had no chance to continue to test him, lying quietly on the bed, and it was extremely laborious to even lift his eyelids.

Ye Hen's heart was sour, and he didn't know what words to use to describe his state of mind at this time.

Ye Nanxian seemed to have sensed his state of mind. After moving his eyelashes a few times, he slowly opened his eyes. When he saw Ye Hen standing guard in front of the bed, he was very excited. sit up.

"Father, if you want to say something, you can lie down and say it, I can hear you." Ye Hen gently pressed his shoulders and made him lie down again.

Ye Nanxian pursed his mouth into a straight line, and the corners of his lips still couldn't help twitching. Tears welled up in his cloudy old eyes, and he looked at Ye Hen without blinking, fearing that his younger son would disappear from his eyes in the next second. Never see you again.

"Jing Run..." Ye Nanxian's slightly cold fingers suddenly stretched out to grab Ye Hen's hand, his voice was so hoarse and dry that if you didn't listen carefully, you wouldn't be able to hear what he was saying.

"Father, tell me." Ye Hen put his ear close to him.

"I, yes, I'm sorry." Ye Nanxian opened and closed his mouth, his voice was weak and weak, and Ye Hen could hardly hear it, so he could only judge and guess based on the shape of his lips.

Ye Nanxian continued: "I have no choice but... I was born in the emperor... the emperor's family, but I only love... loved Xuechan in my life. After I brought her back to the palace, I asked someone to check and found out that she was Yuzhen. Clan Huang girl, she has already been married, so I suspect that you are not my own, and I imprisoned her. However, when the queen died not long ago, when I issued the fourth imperial decree to seal Yongning Lane and let her go, I accidentally found her Shou Gongsha is still there, so I know that person is not Xuechan. Xuechan has already returned to the Yuzhen clan, and later someone transformed Shimen. I just want to use you to force Xuechan to show up when life and death are at stake. She probably doesn't remember me and she doesn't remember that she has a son, so how could she show up? I thought that if I take the elixir to live forever, I can wait for her in my lifetime, but my expectations are too high."

Ye Hen's heart was blocked, and he asked him with red eyes: "Then you have been probing me for so long, but you have come to a conclusion?"

"You are my own son." Ye Nanxian looked at him, tears gleaming in his old eyes, "These years... it's because my father didn't take good care of you. On the night you proposed to marry me, I personally drew up an imperial decree , just treat it... just treat it as my wedding gift to you, you must cherish it carefully... I... I can't control the country of Daliang anymore."

"Where is the holy decree?" Ye Hen looked at his gradually closing eyes, and finally couldn't help crying, knelt on the ground and cried bitterly: "Father——"

In the 43rd year of the Yongping period of the Daliang Dynasty, the emperor died.

(End of this chapter)