Chapter 29.2

That’s right, the King of Beining had already seen through Jin Yu’s identity. Now, taking advantage of his mortal enemy’s memory loss, it would only be natural to take advantage of his illness to kill him.

Pei Qianxue was burning with anxiety that he called Duan Junhao, to follow them to detour and find someone under the cliff. A group of people searched under the cliff for a long time before finally finding something.

The white-clothed swordsman had fallen beside a cold pool, and he seemed to have walked a while after falling down. As for the King of Beining who might have fallen together with him, he disappeared without a trace.

Duan Junhao murmured, “Go look around and see if there is a figure of the King of Beining.”

The jade pendant left on the cliff happened to be the jade pendant of the King of Beining.

As known by all, not long ago, after Yu Beizhou returned from a great victory, he presented this jade pendant to the student surnamed Gu at the gate of Great Yuan City under the eyes of Duan Junhao.

But with just this mere jade pendant, it was hard to deduce whether it was Gu Luo and Yu Beizhou who fell off the cliff. If Gu Luo accidentally chased his prey and fell down on horseback, then there would be a big misunderstanding.

After all…..which student from the Hundred Schools of Thought would dare to fight the King of Beining so boldly.

Leaving aside Yu Beizhou’s identity as a descendant of the Ghost Valley Master and with unparalleled swordsmanship, even the rumors on the battlefield were enough to scare people.

Sure enough, when they were trying to find Yu Beizhou, a servant from the Beining Palace suddenly came, saying that the King of Beining who had been wandering around the hunting ground for a while, suddenly felt bored, therefore he went back to his mansion first.

The King of Beining was originally a judge, yet he was really willful and reckless, and there was no shortage of acting dishonestly and single-mindedly midway…….To sum it up, no one dared to say that his actions were wrong.

As for Pei Qianxue, he directly brought the unconscious Zong Luo back to his mansion, and invited the witch doctor from the Great Witch Temple next door for careful recuperation. After a day and a night, Zong Luo woke up slowly.

(TL: I’ll change Great Shaman Temple → Great Witch Temple.)

“Ah Xue, thank you” Zong Luo quickly expressed his gratitude.

“I am your close friend, why is there a need for a thank you?”

Pei Qianxue smiled, “It’s just that Jin Yu failed to get acquainted with his relative successfully, it’s a pity.”

Zong Luo didn’t expect Pei Qianxue to act so strongly.

The day before the Hunting Arts, Pei Qianxue revealed himself to be his former best friend in front of him, moreover, had also told Zong Luo about many things, whether big and small. For example, his old father, or that he had several younger brothers despite having no elder brother.

If Zong Luo really lost his memory, these things would be an extremely valuable information.

But the problem was that Zong Luo had not really lost his memory, thus when he said all of this, it only appeared to be very embarrassing.

However, it was interesting to hear such words from Pei Qianxue’s mouth. Zong Luo wanted to test Pei Qianxue, therefore he asked about the old father in a few words in a roundabout way.

Pei Qianxue went silent for a long time before slowly opening his mouth, “Your father…is a very strict father.”

Emperor Yuan was indeed a very strict father.

At that time, as Zong Luo sat opposite Pei Qianxue, his thoughts wandered.

He almost never saw Emperor Yuan smile.

No matter how many times Zong Luo won battles, how beautifully he won them, and how many territories he opened up for the Great Yuan, his father never ever showed a smile or praised him for his good work.

Zong Luo would always remember the first time he led an army in battle, the enemy generals were insidious and cunning, and frequently made terrible methods. Since he was still inexperienced, and also inevitably retained the thinking of modern people, thus he showed mercy, but he did not expect to be bitten back by the other party in the end.

Nonetheless, even though in the end he used his martial arts to force his way out, he inevitably suffered a big loss.

At that time, Emperor Yuan was standing on the high platform with his hands behind his back. When he saw him, he didn’t say anything and merely directly picked up Zhanlu which was placed on top of the shelf. Its cold sword energy was released instantly, and Zong Luo’s tightly wrapped robe on his body was cut.

Seeing that his upper body was covered with bandages, which were still faintly oozing blood, Emperor Yuan’s hand holding the sword shook, his face was stained with anger, and his tone was full of ridicule.

“Leading troops in battle depends on brains, not brute force. If Zhen fights against you today, you have no chance of winning at all.”

Zong Luo bowed his head, clenched his hands hanging by his side, his face ashamed.

“At your age, Zhen can already lead troops to the Huns’ camp hundreds of miles north without any losses.”

Emperor Yuan’s talent in leading troops in battle was no less than that of Yu Beizhou, this “Son of Heaven”, he also had the title of God of War in Great Yuan. Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to carve out a bloody path among the previous princes with his baseless background.

“A man with a kind heart and a soft hand is not a general, Zhen is very disappointed in you.”

(t/n Soft hand-be irresolute when firmness is needed.)

Emperor Yuan put down his sword and turned his back, unwilling to look at him, “Next time if you come back with injuries, just go straight to the Imperial Medicinal Courtyard, Zhen will not see you.”

After that, Zong Luo learned his lesson. When leading the army in battle again, he was almost never seriously injured.

Except for that one time, his injury was so severe that it was life-threatening. He was carried into the Imperial Medicinal Courtyard as he lost consciousness all the way, he slept for several days, and he indeed never saw Emperor Yuan again.

However, Pei Qianxue’s next words made Zong Luo clenched his hands tightly.

“But…..your father loves you very much. He loves you very much. He loves you more than any father in the world. Maybe it’s just because of various reasons, or because of his identity, that he can’t express it to you clearly.”

Zong Luo spent a lot of effort to restrain himself, so that he wouldn’t laugh out loud on the spot.

In front of this prince, the Prime Minister of Great Yuan naturally would not say anything unpleasant.

If it were in the previous life, he might just really be moved by Pei Qianxue’s words.

But in this life, he would never be.

Zong Luo’s parents died early before he transmigrated inside the book, and he was fostered by various relatives like passing the buck when he was a child. Later, when he got older, he worked part-time while studying to support himself. He grew up stumbling.

He had never really tasted a father’s love, thus he almost paranoidly longed for family affection, any kind of family affection.

But no matter how eager Zong Luo was, it was also impossible not to know.

There may be many ways to express fatherly love. But it was absolutely far-fetched so as to only remained silent, to not meet behind close doors, and to exile him to the frontier; it was even more far-fetched to pass down an imperial edict and forcibly force his own son to commit suicide under the City gate, and be sneered at by the world.

Absolutely, absolutely far-fetched.

After recovering, Pei Qianxue’s voice seemed to be close at hand, “Although you didn’t get to see each other yesterday, it’s still okay.”

“Two days later, I will take Jin Yu to get acquainted with his relative in Qingsi, alright?”

Zong Luo paused for a moment, and replied with a smile devoid of any unpleasant shadow, “Okay.”