Do You Know?: Rule the World

Zhao Han stepped forward and was three steps away from Zhao Zhen.

He stopped and bowed, "I wonder why the emperor has summoned me to the palace at this moment?"

"Chengyuan..." Zhao Zhen's voice suddenly trembled, and he handed half of the heart-shaped pendant to Zhao Han with a solemn expression.

After Zhao Han took it with both hands, his pupils suddenly contracted.

He was very familiar with the pattern of this jade pendant. It was clearly a pair with the other half that he had worn for many years!

He subconsciously took the other half from his waist. The moment the two jade pendants touched each other, they fit together perfectly to form a complete lotus.

"This..." Zhao Han's throat rolled and his ears buzzed.

He looked up at Zhao Zhen in disbelief, then looked at Empress Cao with red eyes, and felt as if struck by lightning.

Unexpectedly, the unfaithful man who should be hung at the city gate as a warning to the public mentioned by Mother Hu turned out to be the current emperor - Zhao Zhen!

Empress Cao's eyes were filled with tears as she choked out a sob and said, "Chengyuan, your father has known your identity since the palace examination."

"These past few days, he's been tossing and turning every night, wanting to immediately recognize you, his long-lost flesh and blood, but he's also worried that the turmoil in the government will hinder your future."

Having said this, Zhao Zhen turned his head away and secretly wiped away a tear, while Empress Cao stepped forward and held Zhao Han's hand.

"Now you are going to join the army to fight. Swords are merciless. Your father and I are really worried."

"I summoned you here today to let you know that you must always prioritize your life and never put yourself in danger."

"You are our only hope..."

Huirou, who was standing aside, blinked her eyes, and raised her hand to pinch her cheek hard in disbelief.

Hiss—it hurts so much, this is not a dream!

When Empress Cao saw Huirou's appearance, she couldn't help but burst into laughter.

She whispered, "You were born on December 16th at the hour of Chen, and Huirou was only ten days later than you."

Huirou stood there, staring at Zhao Han in a daze.

Suddenly, a bright smile appeared on her face, tears welling up in her eyes, "Brother, I have a brother!"

This crisp voice was like a small hammer, knocking on Zhao Han's heart. He almost instinctively responded, "Sister Huirou."

After wiping away his tears, Zhao Zhen turned around and looked at Zhao Han meaningfully.

These days, he was looking forward to the day when he would recognize Zhao Han and his son, but he was also afraid that Zhao Han would have resentment towards him because of the past.

"I am sorry for you, for letting you live among the common people for twenty years... I..."

Before he could finish his words, Zhao Zhen choked again.

Zhao Han gazed at Zhao Zhen quietly, gave him a courtesy name, promoted him to the position of tutor, supported him in forming a cavalry battalion, and summoned Hua Lan to the palace...

I thought everything was due to the emperor's grace, but I didn't expect it to be...

No wonder Zhao Zhen would always chat about family matters whenever he was reading classics and history books.

"Daddy..." When Zhao Han uttered this slightly unfamiliar word, his throat tightened and his voice was so low that it was almost inaudible.

However, Zhao Zhen still caught it keenly. He cried with joy and hugged Zhao Han in his arms.

"Good...good boy!"

Chapter 89 Huirou: Feiyan, you can marry him

He has been waiting for this day for too long!

Queen Cao looked at the scene of the father and son hugging each other, and a relieved smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Zhang Maozhe shrugged his shoulders slightly, wiped his face vigorously with his sleeves, and tried hard not to cry out.

What the government has been looking forward to for a long time has finally come true!

Zhao Zhen calmed down a bit, his hands still tightly gripping Zhao Han's shoulders. He said solemnly, "Chengyuan, I swear on your behalf that from now on, I will double compensate you for all the wrongs you've incurred over the years!"

"Your biological mother, I will posthumously confer the title of Imperial Consort on her. She raised you very well, and I owe her a great debt."

"If I had known of your existence, this would never have happened." After saying this, a trace of regret flashed across his eyes.

Zhao Han lowered his eyes slightly. Everything that happened today was really too unexpected!

Holding the warm jade pendant in my palm, a thousand words could only be turned into a deep bow.

He said in a deep voice: "Son...thank you for your grace, father."

Empress Cao stepped forward with light lotus steps and said softly, "Your Majesty, today is a great day for you. Please don't be too sad."

"Now that we have recognized Cheng Yuan, we have a long way to go."

After hearing this, Zhao Zhen took a deep breath and slowly released his hands that were tightly gripping Zhao Han's shoulders.

Huirou, who was standing aside with joy in her heart, suddenly remembered that the army would set out tomorrow.

She wiped the tears from her face, and her sweet voice was filled with a bit of worry and anxiety.

"Dad, there are so many generals in the court, can't you let my brother stay tomorrow?"

"When Miss Zhang came to the palace, she told me a lot about the dangers of the battlefield, the rain of arrows and the blindness of swords. My daughter just had a brother..."

Zhao Han looked at Huirou's flawless little face, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart.

He said softly, "Don't worry, Sister Huirou. I will definitely return safely."

"But……"

Before Huirou could finish her words, she was interrupted by Empress Cao.

"Hui Rou, don't be willful. This is a matter of national importance. Your brother volunteered in front of all the officials. How can you go back on your word?"

Huirou pursed her lips and walked forward to tug at Zhao Han's sleeve.

"Then brother must keep his word. I will be waiting for your triumphant return in Bianjing."

"Okay, I will keep my word." Zhao Han smiled slightly and raised his hand to stroke her hair.

Wait until everyone in the hall calms down a little.

Zhao Han's expression froze, and he asked in a deep voice, "There's something I must ask. Does Prince Yan know anything about my background?"

Prince Yan is an ambitious man who has been operating in Bian Jing for many years. Once his existence is known, he will never sit idly by and wait for death.

The war in the northwest broke out and the Beijing army was empty. This was the best opportunity.

Zhao Zhen's eyes darkened slightly, and he tapped his knuckles lightly on the table, making a dull sound.

"You don't need to take him to heart. Ever since I learned of your identity, I have been on guard against them."

"Just go to battle with peace of mind. When the army returns victorious, I will join you in settling accounts with these clowns."

I saw that Zhao Han still had some concerns in his heart.

Empress Cao said softly, "Don't worry, I'll send someone to take good care of Hualan for you."

"The current situation is unclear. To prevent leaks, I think it would be best to tell her in person after you return."

After weighing the pros and cons secretly, Zhao Han had no choice but to nod.

At dawn the next day, outside the Xuande Gate of Bianjing, the Western Expedition Army was deployed in a tight formation, with military flags fluttering in the cold wind.

General Zhang Fu was dressed in black armor, sitting upright on horseback, his posture was as straight as a pine tree, his eyes were bright and sharp, and he exuded a murderous aura unique to military generals.

Zhao Han, wearing Ming Guang armor, and Gu Yankai stood on either side of him. The three generals stood side by side, like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath.

As the time for the army to set out was approaching, a bright yellow figure suddenly appeared on the city wall.

Zhao Zhen stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes as sharp as a torch, his voice as resounding as a bell: "Soldiers!"

"The Western Xia are rampant, repeatedly invading our territory and plundering our people! I hope you will take up arms to defend our country and promote the might of our Great Zhou!"

"In this battle, I don't want you to show off your bravery, but I ask that you work together with one heart and one mind!"

"I am in Bianjing, waiting for your triumphant return!"

As soon as the words fell, the soldiers in armor roared in unison: "Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The sound shakes the sky and inspires people!

Zhang Fu raised his spear high and shouted sternly, "Move forward!"

The war drums suddenly sounded, the trumpets blew, and the army marched towards the northwest like a torrent.

Zhao Zhen stood on the city wall and watched the army go away.

It was not until the last row of cavalry disappeared in the morning mist that he slowly withdrew his gaze and returned to the palace.

At the front of the army, Zhao Han glanced sideways at Pei Hu and said quietly, "This general remembers that you had an argument with someone in the village and accidentally injured the head of the household's son. To avoid the disaster, you came to Bianjing to seek a living."

Pei Hu was stunned when he heard this, and a look of surprise flashed across his face.

Then he nodded repeatedly, looking grateful.

"Yes, yes, my lord actually still remembers such a small thing."

"If it weren't for my Lord's support, I would probably only be able to work as a laborer in Bianjing City."

"My Lord, you are so kind and gracious. I, your subordinate..."

Zhao Han was too lazy to listen to his nonsense and sneered, "Stop pretending. How many years have you been working in the Imperial City Division?"

The smile on Pei Hu's face froze instantly. After a moment, he coughed twice, then smiled again. He said respectfully, "The emperor and Master Zhang sent subordinates to secretly protect your safety, so you made up those nonsense."

"I have been working in the Imperial City Division for as long as I can remember, which is over twenty years."

Zhao Han rolled his eyes at him and asked in a low voice, "Who else in my family is from the Imperial City Bureau?"

Pei Hu laughed awkwardly and rubbed his hands.

"To be honest, General, Lü Yi, who sweeps the outer courtyard, and Duan Si, who cleans the toilet, are both elite soldiers from the Imperial City Division, capable of fighting ten to one."

"And there's Madam Shang who's chopping vegetables in the kitchen. She's a veteran of the Imperial City Division!"

"For twenty years, I have been able to sneak into the inner chambers of various officials and never been discovered."

Hear this.

Zhao Han couldn't help but frown. The Imperial City Bureau was really good at disguising identities and gathering intelligence.