Chapter 4 Dialogue

  In Chu Hao's memory, Ling Fei knew that twenty years ago in the Yun Tian Empire, when the previous emperor was ill, a struggle for the throne among the princes had occurred. The people involved included Chu Hao's father, who is now the Weiyuan Wang, and at that time was the sixth prince, Chu Yunfei.

  Those who participated in that struggle for the throne, apart from Sixth Prince Chuyunfei, were Fourth Prince Chutianlong, Eldest Prince Chuyangse and the current Emperor, Third Prince Chupeng.

  These four princes were the four most powerful forces at that time, but only Chu Hao knew that it was not very clear, and only knew that in the end, Chu Peng was proclaimed emperor by the previous emperor, the eldest prince disappeared, and the fourth prince died. Only the sixth prince, Chu Yunfei, became the King of Peace of the Cloud Heaven Empire.

  It turns out that although Chu Yunfei failed to seize the throne, he was actually the most powerful force among several princes at that time. Unfortunately, when the tree falls, the monkeys scatter. If it weren't for his many followers and good reputation, plus holding a considerable number of military and political officials, I'm afraid that after failing at that time, he would have ended up with different heads in different places along with several other princes.

  But twenty years later, the current emperor is stripping away Chu Yunfei's influence bit by bit, grinding it down to almost nothing, and continues to exert pressure, not allowing him to have even a shred of power.

  Adding to that, ten years ago he lost his wife and child, three years ago his only gifted son suffered a terrible change. Whether it's national affairs or family matters, all of this has made this steel-like man bear the burden, but his face seems to have aged ten years.

  At this moment, Chu Yunfei standing in front of Ling Fei, although still dignified and majestic, did not look like a man in his forties, but rather an old man approaching sixty.

  As for Chu Hao's loss of composure, Chu Yunfei's face showed a mixture of puzzlement and relief. He gazed at him for a while before softly sighing: "Wang Er, come over here. Sit down."

  Chu Hao nodded and sat down on a stool beside him without any hesitation.

  From seeing Chu Yunfei, he felt an unprecedented fatherly love and had already entered his own role.

  "I heard you were ambushed this afternoon." Chu Yunfei's voice was faint, but it was mixed with an uncontrollable concern. His gaze stared at the knee of Chu Hao's right leg, where the torn clothes made his pupils shrink.

  For nearly three years, Chu Yunfei has gone from being unable to accept to gradually becoming numb to the great change in Chu Hao's temperament. He only has this son left, and he has also lost his desire for power struggles; in his heart, his son living a peaceful life is already more important than all the wealth and glory.

  "En." Recalling a scene in the suburbs today, Chu Hao's heart also rose with a sense of horror and doubt.

  "Do you have someone in mind that you suspect?" Chu Yunfei's dragon-like eyes stared at Chu Hao, as if trying to see through his heart.

  Chu Hao was taken aback, shaking his head. As the young master of the Chu family for three years, he didn't know how many people he had offended in the capital. If he could think of which enemy's family was persecuting him, it would be a bright and clear night.

  Chu Yunfei also knew what his son had been up to in recent years, and he sighed, saying: "Wang Er, your father knows you've been under a lot of pressure too, but that's the law of life - there are gains and losses. If you can't get out of this situation, even if I die and see the ancestors, I won't be able to rest in peace." Chu Yunfei had said these words to Chu Hao countless times over the years, but each time they just went in one ear and out the other. After all, from being a genius to becoming worse than an ordinary warrior, how could he not resent heaven and hate the world? This was only human nature.

  However, the Chu Hao in front of him was not the same as before. After hearing what Chu Yunfei said, he felt an endless love and melancholy, his eyes involuntarily became moist, and he quickly lowered his head, saying: "Father's words are wise, I will remember them in my heart."

  As he spoke, he personally squatted down and slowly poured a cup of tea from the small stove on one side. He then handed it to Luo Hong with both hands, saying: "This cup of tea is Wang Er's wish for his father to live a long life and be in good health!" As for tasks like brewing tea, Ling Fei had done plenty when he first arrived at Zhong Qi Men, so he was naturally not unfamiliar with them now.

  Chu Yunfei was somewhat surprised, his normally stubborn and unyielding son had suddenly become so well-behaved. Had he been stimulated by the assassin's attack today? Chu Yunfei couldn't figure out why, but his expression remained unchanged. He took over the teacup, sipped a mouthful, put it on the table, and said with relief: "Wang Er, if you can listen to your father's words, then your father will live to be a hundred years old!"

  Chu Hao knew that his current approach was a bit too hasty, some things had to be done step by step, so he just smiled faintly and didn't say anything.

  "These few days, just stay in the Wang Fu and don't go out, also don't bring those rascal friends of yours back!" Chu Yunfei's eyes flashed with a sharp light as he said: "The assassin matter, you also don't need to worry about it, Father will handle everything for you!"

  "Yes, Your Majesty!" Chu Hao did not refuse and had no reason to refuse.

  Chu Yunfei's face finally showed some unusualness at Chu Hao's enthusiastic response, and after carefully sizing him up, he said: "The king has not spoken with you for nearly half a year now, it seems that you have become somewhat different, very good, very good!" After finishing speaking, Chu Yunfei burst out laughing, his face flushed red with excitement, his words filled with agitation. "Royal son, today we will have a good chat, a good chat indeed!"

  It's no wonder that after three years of indulgence and pampering, Chu Hao has gradually become a notorious young master. Now, if he were to suddenly repent, it would undoubtedly be the greatest comfort for the thoroughly disappointed Prince Wang.

  Chu Hao had a faint urge to confess in his heart, but it was suppressed. He lowered his head and said, "Yes, young master."

  Next, Chu Hao and Chu Yunfei started talking about family matters, and also talked about Chu Hao's studies. Chu Yunfei meant that since Chu Hao was physically limited and couldn't become a great martial artist, he might as well aim for a high-ranking official position instead. With the Wei Far Wang's reputation and connections, and Chu Hao having the title of Crown Prince, his future prospects in the imperial court would be smooth sailing. However, Chu Hao didn't show much enthusiasm for this idea, and Chu Yunfei understood that his son's ambitions were higher than the sky, so he didn't say more and changed the subject.

  It wasn't until late at night that the two of them stopped talking. Chu Yunfei pulled out a green medicine bottle and handed it to Chu Hao: "Take it back and apply it to your knee, although it's just a minor injury, don't take it lightly."

  Although this small injury was nothing to Chu Hao, Chu Yunfei's actions moved him, and he bowed deeply before getting down.

  Through the window, watching her son leave, Chu Yunfei's face changed unpredictably, and it was a long time before she sighed.

  Her gaze turned to the dark night sky, Chu Yunfei seemed to have seen something, and muttered: "How can one sleep soundly with others by their side? The heart of an emperor, the heart of an emperor... Older brother, I've long since withdrawn from the fray, no longer having any ambitions. And now there's only one son left, yet you still won't let go..."

  The words were filled with sorrow, the entire study was left with only the flickering candlelight, casting a lonely shadow on Weiyuan Wang's desolate figure. The air became stifling, no one knew what he was thinking at this moment...