King An couldn't help but say this, and after that, he regretted it. Did he say it too seriously? Will it scare him? The son looked so weak that he was not the rough man in the army who practiced every day.

Besides, this is the first time we have met. We all agreed to be gentler and say something nice, so that he can follow him honestly back to the palace. As long as his son goes back with him, then most of the mothers will not be able to escape.

But after a while, he found that the boy in front of him was not moving, and his face was still cold, neither sad nor happy.

He couldn't help frowning again, wondering what the little bastard in front of him meant?

Mr. Zhao kept him tightly and refused to let him go out, but he insisted on coming out today, but he just thought about seeing him, but he really saw him, so why didn’t he speak? Could it be that he was a mute?

After thinking about it, he coughed twice: "What happened back then is actually..."

"You don't need to explain, I don't want to hear it." But before he finished speaking, the boy in front of him frowned and said this, looking at him with a cold look, and first said: "My jade pendant is with you, return the jade pendant to me."

King An felt that his good temper had been exhausted in this day for so many years. Looking at the boy in front of him who was very worthy of beating in his tone and movement, he raised his eyebrows and smiled, took out the jade pendant, and slid it in his hand: "Are you talking about this jade pendant?"

Chu Yunting took a step forward and reached out to pull it, but the jade pendant was pulled back in an instant. He looked at the old self in front of him, with a smile that was worthy of beating, and his teeth were very itchy!

King An held the jade pendant tightly in his hand and began to walk around him proudly: "This is not your jade pendant. This jade pendant is the love token I gave to your mother back then..."

"You still have the face to say it!"

Before King An finished speaking, he was scolded. He looked back at his son who was gritting his teeth, as if he was about to eat someone. He couldn't help but feel embarrassed, touched his nose and continued to walk.

"Then I will not mention the past, let's talk about the future."

Speaking of this, he stood in front of him: "You are my son and always live in Zhao's mansion. What's going on? Go back to the royal mansion with me. For the past eighteen years, I owe you the same supplies you have!"

When Chu Yunting heard this, he no longer wanted to listen. He had lost more than ten years of fatherly love, which could not be compensated. He was used to it even without a father, and he didn't need any father now.

Even though he was once a great hero he admired, this person is now a bastard who abandoned his wife and children in his heart!

"I don't need your compensation. I just want to get my jade pendant back and tell you by the way, I don't plan to recognize you."

Not going to recognize...

King An looked at the boy in front of him and felt that his fists were really itchy. Since he was born, he has been a noble identity, and has been smooth sailing all the way and is even more terrifying on the battlefield. Have you ever suffered such naked contempt from others? Disliked?

Apart from his father... it's the kid in front of him!

I didn't plan to recognize him, why didn't I recognize him?

What's wrong with him? He is the God of War in Chu, a noble prince holding a heavy army regime. He can stomp his feet and make the three earthquakes in the capital!

How many people dream of becoming his godson, he didn't even bother to look at him, but now he actually said he didn't want to recognize him?

King An was very upset at this moment and wanted to hit someone very much. He frowned and looked at the boy who was beating in front of him, and snorted coldly: "I don't want to recognize me, I can't help you!"

With a word, the man had already taken action, and his strong palm fell on his shoulders, like iron pliers, and he was about to take his body with him.

But after a year of martial arts practice, Chu Yunting reacted quickly. The moment his palm fell on his shoulder, his other hand twisted his arm hard, turned around and flipped, and his iron pliers fell to nothing.

"Oh, do you want to fight me?"

King An didn't expect that he could slip away from his hands, and then he used real kung fu to quickly punch and lift his legs. In his opinion, the boy who was too weak to do so could only know how to have three-legged cat kung fu kicked him to the ground, covered his chest and coughed, and a little blood spurted out of his mouth.

Chu Yunting also hated that he was weak and did not practice enough kung fu, otherwise he would not have been kicked down even if he couldn't pass three moves under his hands!

King An's face suddenly darkened and he withdrew his feet. After that, his lower foot became heavy and kicked the person out. Looking at his son who was glaring at him, he coughed, waved his hand behind him, and Dongjun and Xijun walked up.

"Take the young master back home!"

Not far away, the three guards sent by the Zhao family saw that the young master was about to be kidnapped, even though they knew they were not the opponent, they still had to go up and fight for a few times. Before they could even walk in front of them, they were kicked two meters away by Dongjun.

Chu Yunting was helped up by Xi Jun, and his chest was still aching. He coughed and another mouthful of blood spurted out. Looking at the back that had turned around, he roared angrily: "I said, I don't recognize you!"

King An turned around, smiled at him, and raised his fist: "Boy, whoever has a hard fist will have to listen to whoever he has!"

Chu Yunting spat another mouthful of blood, struggled for a while, but was dragged by Xi Jun and got onto the carriage.

King An was in a good mood. He rubbed Hu Yu in his hand. He looked at his son who looked down on him and raised his eyebrows, intending to teach him some principles of being a human being: "Chu Yunting, you have never taught me by your father. There are many things you don't understand. Today I will tell you that not everything in this world can reason. Sometimes, whoever has a hard fist will be the boss!"

Chu Yunting didn't bother to speak, and he had something to say to a self-righteous scoundrel. As he said, the truth was not reasonable, because he only thought fists were the most useful.

The three guards who were knocked to the ground hurried back to report the letter. Mr. Zhao was so angry that he cursed in the study, but he did not send anyone to the royal palace to ask for anyone.

My daughter hasn't come back yet, and the matter is too big, and it is inevitable that another scandal will be another.

It was dark, and the cold wind outside made the leaves rustle.

After seeing the imperial doctor's injury, Chu Yunting stood up and looked at his new residence where he was imprisoned.

It is said that this is the royal palace. Apart from the prince, the largest courtyard is the residence of the future prince, but now he lives in.

During the two days in Zhao's Mansion, he also found a lot of news about the royal mansion from the butler.

After King An married Princess Beidi, it was a pity that the princess had a poor life. She lived here for only two or three years, but died of illness and did not leave a son or half of her daughter.

The prince fought on the battlefield all year round in those years, but although there were concubines in the mansion, he had nowhere to come out. It was not until the years after returning from the border that he gave birth to two sons and one daughter, and he was less than ten years old.

The room was luxurious and rich. Any utensil was worth tens of millions of gold. However, Chu Yunting only glanced at it lightly and lost interest. When the maid next to him saw that he was about to go out, he hurriedly pulled a cloak for him and put it on his shoulder.

The eyes suddenly became cold, and he stared at the maid who was about to follow: "Don't follow me!"

The maid thought she had made something wrong, so she immediately knelt on the ground in fear, her body trembling. Chu Yunting glanced at her and felt that there were so many rules here that it was annoying.

The cold wind blew all the way, and he walked slowly along the way, meeting many busy maids and patrolling guards, and saluting them when they saw him.

As he walked, he arrived at the gate leading to the front yard. He was about to step out, but the guard at the door stopped him instantly: "The prince has an order, the young master must not leave this door!"

Chu Yunting smiled coldly when he heard this, and indeed put himself under house arrest.

Without saying much, he knew that he could not rush out, so he turned around and walked back. Before he could take two steps, Dongjun came and bowed to him: "Young master, dinner is ready, please move."

Chu Yunting glanced at him indifferently and walked forward. He really should sit down and talk about something.

When he arrived at the dining room, the third master, who was sitting in the main seat, had already drunk two or three drinks. When he saw him, he shouted in anger: "Yunting, come and sit next to his father!"

He frowned slightly, disliked this title, and subconsciously sat a little far away from him.

King An glared at him, said nothing, poured another glass of wine and then looked at him: "What you just saw is just a corner of the palace, and there are many places. I will go and see it slowly tomorrow."

"In the future, you will be another owner of this palace. No one dares to stop you if you want to say anything you want to do!"

"Then do I want to leave?"

‘Bang’! With a sound, the wine glass was thrown heavily on the table. King An glared at him, and the face that looked seventy-sixth of a face was so ferocious and angry that no matter how you looked at it, “You are my son, leave! Where do you want to go?”

Chu Yunting laughed mockingly when he heard this, held the wine pot in front of him with one hand, poured a glass for himself, swallowed it, and then burned it into a fire, making him feel uncomfortable.

"Over the years, my mother has been telling me that my father has long died." He said this, looking at the third master with unprecedented seriousness: "I just think that I have never had a father... Even if I have it, I wouldn't be a bastard like you who abandons your wife and children!"
Chapter completed!