Liwey Qu

Section 28: Father and Son Relationship

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Jing Xuan kept her promise, after finishing lunch with the family members - and it was a little hard to break off from her eighth sister - finally Jing Xuan had already set foot in front of the door of the emperor's room.

Knocking on the door three times an inside message told him to come in. Jing Xuan opened the door slowly then stepped into the wide room with red curtains dancing in each gust of wind.

Emperor Mo rolled up the parchment he read as he found Jing Xuan standing before him. Placing the parchment beside the table, his dark iris glanced at the wooden chair before him. Hinted Jing Xuan to sit there.

Jing Xuan said without saying. To sit in front of the Emperor who was none other than his biological father. Both were silent, no one spoke. They were still looking at each other with indecipherable gazes.

Jing Xuan with his usual expression and eye-light, flat. And Emperor Mo with a probing gaze, as if he wanted to find the secret behind the iris of different colors that he was looking at now. Jing Xuan snorted, leaning on the back of Jing Xuan's chair crossing her arms in front of her chest. The look in his eyes was still the same, flat but there was a hint of vexation covering him.

"As always, you get irritated, son." Emperor Mo said, he took a cup of jasmine tea and sipped it slowly. Feeling every drop of tea water drain his throat.

"I don't have much time to play, Your Majesty." Jing Xuan flat-headed. Emperor Mo chuckled, poured tea from a small teapot into a cup and gave it to the white-blasted man, his son.

Back in his eyes the child who was now sipping tea, the Emperor smiled faintly. "You really took your mother's whole gene." Jing Xuan looked up, next to his eyebrows rose upon hearing the Emperor's words.

"He also has a white mane, and a cold body but blue eyes, son." Emperor Mo smiled wryly, remembering the figure he once loved but could not protect. Jing Xuan grieved at the Emperor's moody expression and regret.

"I'm sorry now, eoh? But it was too late, right," Jing Xuan clucked his tongue. "It's the law of nature, regret is always at the end" he murmured.

Emperor Mo nodded, regretful? Of course, he regretted not being able to protect the wife he loved so much. Even at the end of his life, Emperor Mo was not there. Silence, the two people of one gender are enjoying each other's thoughts.

"What do you want to say," Jing Xuan said coldly as well as breaking the silence that had occurred between the two. Honestly, Jing Xuan was fed up of being in this room. If the Emperor had asked him to come here just to discuss the party event that Jing Xuan had clearly declined. Then Jing Xuan would leave without answering even once.

He's been in this palace too long, and he wants to go home. The palace was not a convenient place for Jing Xuan - both then and now. Ah ... Jing Xuan missed Liwey. The man wanted to spoil the woman's rice. Yes, woman. Liwey was already fully a woman.

"I just want to make you nostalgic, son." Emperor Mo's words drew Jing Xuan into the real world. It turned out that Liwey's influence was so great on Jing Xuan, that it made the man think about him all the time.

"Nostalgic?" Jing Xuan's forehead wrinkled, next to her eyebrows raised upwards. As if wanting to explore more deeply the meaning of Emperor Mo's words. The old man chuckled. "I remember when you first learned to ride a horse and get out of the palace ...."

"And it was also my first day on the stamp as a child witch for having unusual eyes." Jing Xuan interrupted. Emperor Mo was speechless, his throat suddenly dry hearing Jing Xuan's speech. Quickly reach the cup contains tea and vertical it quickly until not restless.

"After I was pelted with stones and dirt, but you stood behind me without any intention of going forward to help." Jing Xuan chuckled cynically in light of the events that he could least forget. He remembered that the citizens and sons of nobles who did not recognize him a prince threw him with dirt and stones. There were even those who did not hesitate to spit in front of his face, stepping on the dignity of the young Jing Xuan as a child of the king.

Emperor Mo was again stifled, not this kind of nostalgic topic that he wanted. The old man wanted a warm and family-filled topic instead of opening old wounds full of grief.

Jing Xuan turned his head to look at Emperor Mo's face with reddened eyes. "You want to bring my old trauma back, Your Majesty." Cold, the tone Jing Xuan cast in his words was cold and growing colder. Even the temperature of the room had also become chilly by the aura emanating from Jing Xuan's body.

"No, Son. That's not what I mean, I want to invite you to reminisce about things that are full of keba ...."

"I've never had happiness since I was a child, Your Majesty." Jing Xuan poked his elbow on the table. "Even the first day I got my first move." Jing Xuan's aura was getting stronger, the temperature in the room was getting lower.

"You know, Your Majesty, when a four-year-old still wants to be spoiled by his parents, but he's even faced with a sharp iron that he can't even lift." Jing Xuan's tone was low, his eyes narrowed at Emperor Mo. "When I asked that time, you said that I had to be a strong person in order to take the throne, but what."

Unknowingly Jing Xuan growled, both of his hands clenched on the table. "Just because of the ridicule that society gave you erased my rank and gave it to Mo Yanzhi who, at that time, held a sword never."

"Did you think about how I felt at the time? No 'kan. You dumped me, Your Majesty, the figure of a father who comes to my room every morning to be taught the sword never visits me again. You know how much my heart hurts?"

"It's a good thing there's a mother, well at least I'm still happy when she's alive." Jing Xuan said softly, the sharp gaze he gave Emperor Mo was no longer visible. His face looked down, the topic that addressed his mother's matter was the topic that made Jing Xuan feel weak. He fell silent, enjoying remembering fond memories of being with his mother.

"Son, I'm sorry." Jing Xuan still silently did not reply. "I'm calling you here to fix the father-son relationship between us."

"There is no father-son relationship between you and me, Your Majesty." Jing Xuan said lowly, looking up. Jing Xuan stared flatly at this old man before her. The old man's lips trembled, Jing Xuan realized that his aura was making the temperature of the room drop drastically but he didn't care.

"From the beginning of the relationship never existed, you only used me, Your Majesty. Dumped me when you were embarrassed and pulled me when you needed to." Emperor Mo was further cornered by the aura emanating from Jing Xuan's body, yet he was trying to hold on. He stared at the child's bead, lying that Emperor Mo said he did not understand what the child said. Because he really understands everything and understands the whole thing.

He had never given any affection to little Jing Xuan. He instead forced her to practice the sword with the wishful thinking of the throne seat. The little Jing Xuan who didn't know anything would intrigue the palace naturally according to, all he did. Although the treatment of his father made him tortured, but he still did. For little Jing Xuan, teaching herself how to ride a horse was a form of affection from her father.

But he was wrong.

Little Jing Xuan realized that, at a time when he was falling between the people's mischief and the nobles who were openly suppressing his honor as a prince. Him, the Emperor. Just standing in the back row, looked at little Jing Xuan with an indecipherable cold look.

Then when the kingdom was in decline, the Emperor came upon the teenage Jing Xuan. It then threatened with the weakest thing that Jing Xuan had. For Jing Xuan to take her side again.

Emperor Mo lowered his head, he knew that his former self was blinded by honor and no longer cared for him just because of his unwarranted insults. He never even thought about how the pain his son received due to the actions he did.

Jing Xuan rested her back on the back of the chair, her hands crisscrossed back in front of her chest as she stared at the regretful face of the Emperor-titled old man before her.

"It's done opening the old wound, Your Majesty." Jing Xuan's words caught the Emperor's attention. The old man who was regretting his actions looked up at the face of the sad child.

Jing Xuan smiled obliquely, then got up from her sitting position to stand up. Bowing down, Jing Xuan folded her hands in front of her head. How loathed Jing Xuan was in the figure before her now, yet still. That figure that Jing Xuan should respect and also.

"Thank you for your time to reminisce Your Majesty." Jing Xuan's words indirectly slashed the Emperor's heart. "Hamba, retreat."

Afterwards, Jing Xuan disappeared from behind the door. Leaving the red-robed old man looking down regretfully.

True, according to the laws of nature. Regrets always come at the end.

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Tbc ...

wawwww.. It was finally revealed why Jing Xuan had such a dark side, and it was so difficult to control her privileges when angry. It turned out that Jing Xuan had a story after all .

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