Farm Girl's Manor
Chapter 813: The Rift and Anger Between Father and Son (2)

Chapter 813: Chapter 813: The Rift and Anger Between Father and Son (2)

This resentment, which he had thought would always remain hidden in his heart, proved too much for his endurance. With few people close to him, over the years, he had come to treat his two cousins like his own brothers and couldn’t tolerate anyone scheming against them for any reason. It was his bottom line, and he would not allow anyone to cross it even by half a step.

"Hengheng, no, Father... Father has not..." Seeing the alienation and indifference in Chu Heng’s eyes, Emperor Huian felt a sting in his heart.

He had always known that this son did not love him as he appeared to, and he had guessed where the problem lay. However, when everything was laid bare before him, even as the Emperor, he found it impossible to accept.

True, Noble Consort Nalin entered the palace with ulterior motives, but had he known that this move would lead to his wife’s tragic death, he would have never done it. Yet, there is no cure for regret, and his Empress would never return. His most beloved son also harbored resentment against him. He had brewed this bitter wine himself and had no choice but to drink it down, sip by bitter sip.

The flash of anguish that crossed Emperor Huian’s face was clearly seen by Chu Heng. His clenched fist relaxed and then tightened, tightened and then relaxed, and the unspeakable frustration welling up inside him was hardly less painful than airing those grievances out loud.

As if fleeing, he was unwilling to hear any of Emperor Huian’s explanations, only wishing to dispel his unrealistic hopes. He forced himself to not look at Emperor Huian and said in a cold tone, "Father, as for taking Miss Mo as a concubine, Your Humble Son pretends not to have heard of it. As for the matter Father is concerned about, Your Humble Son will ensure it never becomes reality! Otherwise, Your Humble Son would rather renounce the title of Crown Prince than to act treacherously against my own blood and commit such despicable theft of love."

Having said these words, Chu Heng turned and hurried away from that oppressive place. As for whether Emperor Huian would be stubborn and insist on pairing Mo Yan with him as a concubine, he had said his piece, and the outcome was not his to control. Under any circumstances, he would not compete with his cousin for a woman’s affections.

In the expansive Imperial study, only Emperor Huian remained, looking at the retreating figure of his son who did not look back as he left, and he slumped into the Dragon Throne, suddenly aged by several years...

The coach stopped upon entering the bounds of Liu Yang Village; Xiao Ruiyuan had to alight here, lest being seen by his future father-in-law at the Mo Family would cause the goodwill he had built up to collapse.

Mo Yan also disembarked from the coach, looked around for a while, and noticing the absence of Xiao Ruiyuan’s steed, asked in confusion, "Are you going to walk back?"

Xiao Ruiyuan’s gaze was gentle as he shook his head slightly and then took a Short Flute from his waist and placed it to his lips, blowing a concise melody.

Before long, Mo Yan heard the sound of hoofbeats approaching from behind. Soon, a tall horse appeared in front of them. Then another rider with a horse emerged, and upon dismounting, Xiao Eleven saluted Mo Yan before dutifully standing behind his master.

Xiao Ruiyuan’s Horse was lively and neighed joyously upon seeing its master, affectionately rubbing its neck against his shoulder and then offering Mo Yan a particularly ingratiating look.

If this horse hadn’t been rigorously trained by Xiao Ruiyuan to resist external temptations to a certain degree, it would have probably pounced on Mo Yan during their first meeting, craving food and drink, as animals have a much keener sense of Spiritual Energy than humans.

Of course, it was too dark for Mo Yan to see this look, so it might as well have been for the air. However, that did not stop Mo Yan from taking a liking to the horse, and she reached out to stroke its neck, praising, "What a fine horse, next time you come to my house, I’ll give you something good to eat."