The little prince cried in Zhao Mian's arms until his eyes were filled with tears, and his thick feather-like eyelashes were all wet with tears. Wei Zhenfeng stopped crying, but tears were about to fall in his stunned eyes. He didn't look like a 20-year-old young man who was already a father. He looked no more than 17 or 18 years old.
Zhao Mian looked at the father and son's identically moist eyes, and his eyes became even redder. The grievances that had accumulated over the past six months burst out at this moment: "I've even given birth to a child for you... Wei Zhenfeng, what do you have to cry about?!"
Wei Zhenfeng seemed to have not fully understood the situation, but he was clearly alive again, and his expression was no longer one of despair, but rather one of complete confusion.
He knelt on the ground, looked up at Zhao Mian, then at the little prince, and murmured, "I... don't understand." His eyes were locked on Zhao Mian again, "Zhao Mian, I don't quite understand. Is that what you mean?"
Zhao Mian wanted to send the little prince to Wei Zhenfeng so that he could see clearly: "That's what I mean! The little prince is our child. He stayed in my belly for ten months and then I gave birth to him! Did you hear me clearly? Do you want me to speak louder?"
Wei Zhenfeng opened his eyes wide in bewilderment. The young man who was once brilliant and brilliant did not look very smart at this moment: "Our child... He is our child?"
Tears stung Zhao Mian's eyes painfully: "Yes!"
Wei Zhenfeng's voice was extremely hoarse: "... You didn't sleep with anyone else?"
Zhao Mian felt that his words and actions were out of his control. He could only speak out instinctively: "No! I only sleep with you! I only like you!"
Wei Zhenfeng's eyes regained their former brightness at this moment, as if they had survived a catastrophe and were glowing again. He lowered his head and repeated to himself: "You only like me... You only like me!"
“Yes, I only like you!” Once the vent was opened, the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time backfired on Zhao Mian a thousand times, “I like you so much that I am willing to give birth to our child. I like you so much that I want to stick to you all the time but have to let you do what you want! I like you so much that I don’t want anyone else. I waited for you at the palace gate on New Year’s Eve... I waited for you so tired and so uncomfortable. I finally waited for you..." Zhao Mian’s voice was choked with sobs, but his tears never fell, "Why, why did you say such ugly words... Why did you force me to cry? You knew I couldn’t cry, you knew..."
Wei Zhenfeng looked at Zhao Mian who was completely out of control. His heart reacted before his brain, and waves of severe pain hit him mercilessly.
That was Zhao Mian, the proud and arrogant son of heaven, the emperor who had the power of life and death.
Zhao Mian, who was so arrogant and strong-willed, seemed to be forced into a desperate situation at this moment, and said word by word that he liked him.
—Zhao Mian only likes him.
—Zhao Mian likes him very much.
—Zhao Mian gave birth to a child for him.
The huge changes in such a short period of time made him feel unreal and dazed. He should have spoken, he was usually so good at speaking, he should have coaxed Zhao Mian like he used to when he was angry.
But he seemed to be speechless. He didn't know what to say. The pain in his throbbing heart made him almost unable to breathe. He staggered to his feet and walked towards Zhao Mian instinctively: "Zhao..."
Zhao Mian growled, “Don’t come over here!”
Wei Zhenfeng suddenly paused.
Zhao Mian panted violently, his body trembling slightly: "You still want to sleep with me in front of my son?"
Wei Zhenfeng was shocked to realize what he had just done and said hurriedly: "I didn't..."
Zhao Mian's eyes were red: "Kneel down for me!"
Wei Zhenfeng knelt back straight down like a puppet who only obeyed his master's orders. For a moment, neither of them spoke again, and the bedroom was left with a mess like a flood that had burst its dam.
Zhao Mian no longer looked at Wei Zhenfeng, he hid his face in the shadows. Wei Zhenfeng could not see his expression, he could only see his trembling shoulders gradually calming down under the strong pressure of his master.
Wei Zhenfeng hesitated for a long time, and finally couldn't help it. He knelt down beside Zhao Mian and tugged at the hem of Zhao Mian's dragon robe: "... Zhao Mian."
Zhao Mian turned his head and looked down at Wei Zhenfeng, his eyes full of love and resentment: "We haven't seen each other for half a year, and the first thing you do when you come back is to suspect that I slept with someone else. Has your trust in me been eaten by a dog?!"
Wei Zhenfeng managed to remember how to speak: "I'm sorry."
"anything else?"
"… sorry."
"That's all?" Zhao Mian sneered, "Aren't you good at speaking? Aren't you very talkative? How come you can only say these three words now?"
Wei Zhenfeng opened his mouth and finally uttered a complete sentence: "I also... like you, only you, I like you so much that I can't speak..."
Zhao Mian's heart trembled slightly, and he said angrily: "How stupid! I am giving you a chance to explain!"
Wei Zhenfeng suddenly panicked: "You... give me some time, I'm not stupid, I can tell." Wei Zhenfeng thought for a long time in a panic before saying: "I... I thought you couldn't have children."
Zhao Mian said coldly: "I did say that, but I was wrong, do you have any objection?"
Wei Zhenfeng lowered his eyes: "I dare not."
Zhao Mian calmed down and said, "The efficacy of Dongling's secret medicine is hereditary." He explained the whole story to Wei Zhenfeng, "Fortunately, Fanfan did not inherit my physique."
Wei Zhenfeng raised his head quickly: "Fanfan?"
"It's our son!"
Wei Zhenfeng called out the little prince's nickname again, with the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously: "Fanfan." He recalled the little prince's appearance just now and smiled: "Fanfan looks a lot like Mianmian."
"He looks like me in every way." When Zhao Mian mentioned his son, his tone was finally less cold and hard, "Only his eyes look like yours."
Wei Zhenfeng still had many questions in his mind, such as when the little prince was born and why Zhao Mian didn't tell him, but these were not what he cared about most.
Wei Zhenfeng's Adam's apple rolled, and he said, "You just said that you were in so much pain when you gave birth to Fanfan?"
Zhao Mian has been asked this question by many people—his father, his father, his younger brother, and Bai Yu. He always tells them that it is okay and it doesn't hurt much. He doesn't want to show his fear of pain in front of these people.
But how could it not hurt
Wei Zhenfeng said hoarsely: "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Tell you?" Zhao Mian sneered, "Okay, let me ask you, if I told you at that time, what would you do?"
Wei Zhenfeng understood everything. He refused to kneel even when Zhao Mian asked him to, and he didn't mind disobeying the order. He stood up decisively and pulled the aggrieved emperor into his arms.
After half a year, Zhao Mian was finally hugged by Wei Zhenfeng again, and the familiar breath instantly surrounded him.
Damn it... Wei Zhenfeng should have given him this hug the moment they met again, why did it take so long
Zhao Mian stood there, no longer resisting, and let Wei Zhenfeng hold him tightly. He did not raise his hands to hug him back like he did in the past, but buried his face, which was about to lose control, into Wei Zhenfeng's shoulder, like a young animal keeping warm in winter.
All the grievances now have a place to go.
Zhao Mian complained in a low voice: "When I was pregnant with Fanfan, I couldn't wear any nice clothes, and I couldn't wear gold, silver or jade pendants properly."
Wei Zhenfeng's chest tightened. He knew how much Zhao Mian cared about his manners and how much he liked nice clothes.
"That's the loss of clothes and jade pendants." Wei Zhenfeng touched Zhao Mian's hair, "You are much more beautiful than them."
Zhao Mian closed his eyes and continued to accuse: "I can't drink, I can't eat anything, and I can't sleep with you."
Wei Zhenfeng hesitated for a moment and swallowed back the question he wanted to ask: "I will eat whatever you want in the future."
"Come on, I know what you want to ask." Zhao Mian sneered, "We did it once during pregnancy."
Wei Zhenfeng's reaction returned to half of his usual state: "You mean, the one in July?"
"Yeah." Zhao Mian's voice was very soft, as if he was telling a secret, "When he was in my belly, I deliberately gave you sleeping pills and let you touch him, so you don't have to feel regretful."
Wei Zhenfeng's eyes were sore, and he wished he could rub Zhao Mian into his bones: "...Okay."
"We only did it once in half a year." Zhao Mian became angrier and angrier as he spoke. "Including the previous times, we only did it 21 times in total. This is ridiculous. Let's not talk about this long-distance relationship."
Wei Zhenfeng followed Zhao Mian's words and said, "Let's not talk about it. We will do it 210 times next year."
Zhao Mian said bitterly: "No, if I do, I'll get pregnant again!"
Sensing that Zhao Mian was going to get angry again, Wei Zhenfeng coaxed him in a panic, "Okay, okay, I won't do it. I won't do it again in the future."
However, these words not only failed to appease Zhao Mian, but instead made him angry.
Zhao Mian suddenly raised his head, grabbed Wei Zhenfeng by the collar, and said angrily: "But I have done so much for you, how have you repaid me? You are mad at me without knowing anything. You should be glad that you are Fanfan's biological father, otherwise, based on the heinous mistakes you have made, it would be too much for me to spare your life!"
As everyone knows, once Zhao Mian uses his self-proclaimed name, it means that the time of tenderness is over and the time for reckoning has come.
"I'm sorry." Wei Zhenfeng felt extremely guilty and suddenly remembered the culprit who caused the current situation. "But Zhao Lin said..."
Wei Zhenfeng told Zhao Mian about his encounter with Zhao Lin in the border town.
"I didn't believe it at first, but after I came to Shangjing, the whole city was talking about your affair with the little prince's biological mother. At that time, I didn't completely believe it until I sneaked into the palace and saw that the little prince looked so much like you, then I..." Wei Zhenfeng laughed at himself, "To be honest, if you hadn't demoted me, I wouldn't have done this."
Zhao Mian didn't expect Wei Zhenfeng to care so much about this title. When he gave the imperial seal to Wei Zhenfeng, Wei Zhenfeng had complained about the low status of the concubine.
So why was Wei Zhenfeng pretending in the first place
Zhao Mian asked back: "Then why didn't you let Yun Yong Hua Ju tell me about your situation in Bei Yuan? And why didn't you let them give me the Bei Yuan Phoenix Seal?"
Wei Zhenfeng said, "Because I want to tell you in person, and I want to give it to you in person. Also," Wei Zhenfeng smiled embarrassedly, "I was injured again, and I was afraid that you would worry, so I asked them to say less."
Zhao Mian was silent for a moment, then slowly loosened his grip on Wei Zhenfeng's collar, and said in a cold tone, "You have committed a crime of disobedience. Even if you have excuses, I will not let you off easily."
"You can punish me however you want." Wei Zhenfeng begged him, "but you can't stop me from seeing you and Fanfan."
Zhao Mian was unmoved: "Someone come."
Seven or eight imperial guards rushed in again and quickly surrounded Wei Zhenfeng.
Zhao Mian frowned, "Why are there so many people here? Well, take Wei Zhenfeng to the side hall and keep him under strict guard. Without my order, do not let him leave the hall."
Jiang Dehai, who came in with the imperial guards, thought he had heard wrongly. The side hall was right next to the emperor's bedroom, so why did he need to be "taken in"
Wei Zhenfeng wanted to say something but hesitated. In the end, he obediently followed the imperial guards.
Jiang Dehai asked: "Does the emperor want to put the prince under house arrest?"
"Nonsense." Zhao Mian said, "Summon Bai Yu immediately and let her take a look at Wei Zhenfeng's injuries."
"Then do you want to send food to the prince?"
"Of course." Zhao Mian instructed coldly, "Remember to prepare more meat dishes. Wei Zhenfeng doesn't like vegetarian food."
"Yes, Your Majesty." Jiang Dehai sighed in his heart. It was so awkward for young people.
"Also, prepare some hot water for him to take a bath." Zhao Mian said with disdain, "He hasn't taken a bath in a few days. I don't even want to let him hold the little prince."
(End of this chapter)