"Ha." Gu Mohan let out a low, hoarse laugh.
"Master!" Yan Dong ran over, kneeling beside Gu Mohan with reddened eyes. "Master, please don't do such a thing again. Although Young Madam has left, you still have Young Master."
Niuniu.
That was the son that Mo 'er bore for him.
Gu Mohan's throat bobbed as he slowly closed his eyes. The corners of his eyes were already wet.
Mo 'er.
He called out her name hoarsely in his heart. She had made up her mind to leave last night, but she had sent him away.
She had cried and laughed at the same time, biting his lips and hugging his waist. That had been her final farewell.
But he didn't understand. How could she be so cruel?
How could she be so heartless?
She had sacrificed herself in order to save Lu Yeming, but she hadn't left him a single word. He didn't understand. What did he mean to her?
They had been through so much together, but he had never let go of her hand. He didn't dare to let go. He was afraid that if he let go, they would be separated again.
The memories of their youth were still fresh in his mind. In just a few years, he was already 35 years old. He wasn't young anymore and he couldn't afford to waste his life away. She had held his hand when he was young, and he had missed it for the rest of his life.
But she had left.
He told himself over and over again that he really hated her. Last night wasn't a joke. If she dared to leave the two of them behind, he would forget about her.
The tears in his eyes burned, and he clenched his fists to prevent himself from losing control and bursting into tears.
But why were tears still falling?
Mo 'er.
His Mo 'er.
At this moment, a melodious ringtone sounded. Yan Dong lowered his eyes and was overjoyed. "Master, look, Young Master is calling. Young Master is calling you." “
Little Gu Yelin was calling.
He was in a closed training base and couldn't use any communication devices. He hadn't called in half a year and no one had told him that his Mommy had left. But his call had come just like that.
Tonight, the father and son were in so much pain.
Gu Mohan clenched his fists and bit down on them. Hot tears streamed down his face …
…
The days slowly calmed down. One day after another.
After Gu Mohan returned to the Capital, it was very difficult to hear any news about him.
Lu Yeming returned to the royal family and took on the Murong surname. The West Duke, who had been famous since he was young, was now the heir apparent. His coronation ceremony was next month.
It was also very difficult for people to see this dignified Crown Prince of Country A. He had reached the end of the road of imperial power, ruling over the world.
The limousine stopped outside the palace and Lu Yeming and Murong Jiancheng stood by the riverside once more.
Murong Jiancheng's expression softened and he looked pleased. "Ming 'er, I'll leave Country A to you in the future."
Lu Yeming was dressed in a black cashmere coat. His face was still as handsome as ever, but his deep, almond-shaped eyes were much colder now. No one could see through the color of his eyes.
He looked at the Yangtze River in front of him, and there was a hint of disdain in his condescending eyes. "Will the queen come to my enthronement ceremony?"
The last time he mentioned the queen, Murong Jiancheng had left in a huff. This time, his expression was still very ugly. Pursing his thin lips, he said in a low voice, "The Emperor has already announced it to the world. If she has you in her heart, she will naturally come."
Lu Yeming nodded lightly and didn't say anything else.
At this moment, a gentle and pleasant voice rang out. "Your Highness."
Murong Jiancheng turned around. Seeing who it was, his expression softened. "Wanqing, why are you here?"
Dongfang Wanqing was the previous Holy Lady and Murong Jiancheng's childhood sweetheart. If it wasn't for the demon empress, she would have been the queen.
Dongfang Wanqing was extremely beautiful. She wore a cheongsam and although she was in her forties, she had taken good care of herself. She had the classical beauty of a Jiangnan woman.
"Ming 'er, this is your Aunt Qing." Murong Jiancheng introduced her to Lu Yeming.
Lu Yeming glanced sideways at Dongfang Wanqing. "The queen doesn't have any sisters, so how can I have an aunt?"
Dongfang Wanqing had just stood there and was looking at Lu Yeming tenderly when Lu Yeming suddenly slapped her.
Murong Jiancheng froze and said unhappily, "Ming 'er!"
Lu Yeming lifted his eyes to look at Murong Jiancheng. "Even after the queen left the palace for 24 years, Your Highness hasn't taken another concubine. Holy Lady Dongfang has been by Your Highness' side for all these years. She is truly affectionate and gentle. Why didn't Your Highness take her in as a concubine?"
Murong Jiancheng couldn't maintain his composure when his son asked him about his personal affairs.
Murong Jiancheng was born in the royal family and valued the rule of law and propriety. When he was young, Murong Jiancheng had been handsome and elegant. He was the youngest and greatest king and had entered the dreams of many girls back then.
Now that time had passed, his son was all grown up and he was already a middle-aged man at forty-two.
He had never been interested in the affairs of the bedroom when he was young. Country A had been in turmoil all these years and he had been racking his brains for it. He didn't have the time for romance. Moreover, as a middle-aged man, the affairs of the bedroom had become more obscure. Now that his son mentioned it, he froze.
"Oh, I remember now." Lu Yeming's thin lips curved into a faint smile. "Your Highness and the Empress haven't divorced yet. Now that I think about it, when the Empress ran away twenty-four years ago, she must have abandoned you for so many years."
Murong Jiancheng's expression changed and he flew into a rage. "Murong Yeming, you are too presumptuous!"
Lu Yeming remained expressionless. "Your Highness, I will take my leave first."
He turned to leave.
Looking at his son's confident and resolute back view, he recalled the awkward situation he had just been in. Murong Jiancheng was so angry that he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
He was just like his mother, good at making him angry!
"Your Highness, His Highness was just joking. Please don't be angry." Dongfang Wanqing looked at Murong Jiancheng gently.
Murong Jiancheng snorted coldly. "I will deal with her when I catch her!"
He flicked his sleeves and left.
Dongfang Wanqing stood rooted to the ground. She looked at Murong Jiancheng's retreating back view. He was still the same as before. Whenever that vixen was mentioned, he wouldn't even look her in the eye.
A face appeared in Dongfang Wanqing's mind. That face was so beautiful and alluring, so gentle and seductive. It was an unforgettable face.
…
Jun Xiqing came to the palace with them, but she didn't enter.
At this moment, Fan Men walked over and handed her a letter. "Miss Jun, there's a letter for you."
Her letter?
Who was it from?
Jun Xiqing's heart palpitated. She had a feeling that something bad had happened.
She quickly opened the letter. It was written in beautiful handwriting — Qingqing, Elder Sister is being held in the President's prison by Lei Ze. Come quickly!
At this moment, Elder Sister Jun Xiyan had sent a distress signal!
She needed to return to Country Z.
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