The Demon Lords

Chapter 822 80: What Does It Have to Do With Me? (6)

The young prince reached out, picked up a piece of sachima, hesitated for a moment, but eventually placed it in front of Tian Wujing.

Seeing Tian Wujing not moving,

the young prince even reached out and tapped the sachima.

"Tsk, tsk..."

Tian Wujing reached out, picked up the sachima, and brought it to his mouth, taking a bite.

Sweet,

very sweet.

As a father, it was the first time he had eaten something his own child had given him. Such a feeling was really indescribable.

All of a sudden,

in Tian Wujing's mind,

images of his father, mother, sister, and others emerged.

A memory he had completely sealed off was cracked open because of this piece of sachima.

Tian Wujing lifted his head,

closed his eyes,

his body trembling slightly.

But when he opened his eyes again, the intense emotional turmoil from before had dissipated.

He's a man burdened with sins, has chosen his way of atonement,

but for this child before him,

his own son,

Tian Wujing selfishly,

hopes he can grow up safely.

Only up until now did Tian Wujing calm down to carefully look at his son's appearance.

This was the scene he had once imagined,

at that time,

there was Dujuan by his side,

the couple pointing at the child's eyebrows, ears, lips, commenting on whom he resembled.

But the more heartwarming the scene, the more it deeply hurt him.

In life, the most enjoyable thing is to calm your heart and slowly savor the warmth and beauty of the past, but Prince Jingnan has forever lost this part.

Some things,

you only understand after you've truly experienced them.

Becoming a father for the first time,

just this one thing,

is enough to change a man profoundly.

Looking at your child,

you instinctively want to give him everything you can,

luxury and delicacy,

wealth and gentleness,

gentle wind and rain,

titles and power,

even...

At this thought,

Tian Wujing's gaze turned slightly cold.

You became a father earlier than me, so you understand this feeling, right?

Tian Wujing reached out and grabbed his son's chubby little hand;

If at this moment,

this child could speak,

if he said he wanted that glorious position,

I,

might indeed find it impossible to refuse,

even if it meant taking grave risks.

Tian Wujing lowered his head, instinctively rubbing his face against his son's face.

The young prince forced himself to endure, putting on a strong front with a smile.

He was so accustomed to being with Siniang, who always smelled fragrant, that suddenly being in close contact with a stranger made him a bit uncomfortable.

"Do you want... Jiangshan?"

Tian Wujing asked softly.

This was a question he shouldn't have asked,

but he asked it anyway.

Because although Jiangshan wasn't his, he had the right to seize it and the ability to seize it!

But the young prince just giggled,

then reached out to grab a piece of crispy cookie, reluctantly offering it to Tian Wujing.

These,

are all snacks he saved for Sister Mo Wan,

really reluctant to give them up,

but seeing this man,

seemed like he wasn't full.

Tian Wujing took a deep breath, lifted the crispy cookie, did not eat it, but just sniffed it.

Then,

Prince Jingnan stood up,

simultaneously placing his son,

back in the crib.

Because of his appearance,

the bloodshed that had long been frozen in his mind from that night of the Tian family, suddenly exuded a suffocating odor.

Causing him to involuntarily begin to once again examine,

examine his past choices.

Until,

he walked out of the tent,

as the evening breeze brushed against his face,

Tian Wujing once again became Lord Jingnan, once again became Prince Jingnan.

As if the person he was before, forever remained within the tent.

Once dead, cannot be reborn;

I have no other choice.

He hopes that day comes sooner, so he can return to his rightful place belonging to him as soon as possible.

Walking to that pit, Tian Wujing reached out, released the seal on Shatuo Queshi.

Shatuo Queshi still stood there, unmoving, seemingly not intending to attack again.

Tian Wujing did not continue to pay attention to Shatuo Queshi,

but instead fell into deep thought.

Some things,

were not thought through before, or were not even considered, but now, they can be considered.

The corpse of the Barbarian Left Valley King appeared in Zheng Fan's camp.

And Zheng Fan and Ji Chengjue first met,

when Ji Chengjue's life was saved from Shatuo Queshi's hands.

This was no coincidence,

it was calculation,

it was planning.

It's hard to imagine,

the young fellow who used to be just a Hu merchant captain at Hutou City,

has already attracted such important figures to help him lay out his plans.

Li Liangting,

you think Zheng Fan has a rebellious bone in his body that needs to be polished;

but I think,

his entire heart,

is actually reversed.

Tian Wujing stood with his hands behind his back,

eyes fixed on the night sky,

but,

what does this have to do with me?

Under the cover of night,

a figure in white robes walked alone along the riverbank.

The Sword Saint, who held a grudge against Lord Jingnan for destroying his country and killing his brother, once said that in this world, he believed the most bitter person is that Southern Marquis.

Yao Zizhan returned to the imperial capital from Jin land,

feasting at an inn,

suddenly hearing a group of young scholars harshly criticizing the Yan State as barbarians and bandits, especially that Lord Jingnan of Yan State, branding him as a bloodthirsty beast who tainted his parents' blood, thus implying that martial cultivators threaten the stability of the state, subtly accusing the current Qian State leaders of promoting martial generals as a misguided approach, a sign of the nation's downfall.

Yao Zizhan immediately rebuked them,

he said,

that Yan State South Marquis, above, is ashamed of his kin; below, is ashamed of his wife and children;

yet uniquely,

never has he brought any shame to our Yan State in the slightest!

You scholars who study the classics, all you seek is to sing out at Donghua Gate, all you seek is for your family's land to be exempt from taxes, all you seek is to bring honor and glory to your ancestors, all you seek is a purple robe draped over your shoulders and a cool parasol to shield you from the rain;

Our Qian State is not lacking in literary talent and poetic elegance,

but truly lacks a few individuals like Tian Wujing!