The road of the favorite concubine in three lives is destined

"Zhao Cheng! What's wrong with you? Who dares to do this to you?" Li Wenyuan's voice was trembling and angry. "Quick! Bring him in!" Li Wenyuan ordered, his voice revealing unquestionable determination. The servants did not dare to neglect and immediately carried Zhao Cheng carefully into the courtyard.

Zhao Cheng said weakly, it's Zhang Biao

Li Wenyuan asked, "Is it the man who just ran away from General Lin?"

Lord Zhao walked forward, gently stroking Zhao Cheng's cheek with his trembling hands, his vision blurred by tears. "Cheng'er, what happened to you? How could you be injured so badly?" His voice was choked with sobs, full of endless worry and pain. Madam Zhao burst into tears, she held Zhao Cheng's hand tightly, tears pouring out like a spring. "Cheng'er, does it hurt? Tell me, who hurt you? I will avenge you!" Her voice was trembling and firm, revealing her deep love and endless anger for her son. Zhao Cheng opened his eyes slightly, and seeing his parents so grief-stricken, a strong sense of guilt and self-blame surged in his heart. He knew that his injury this time had caused his parents too much pain and worry. He opened his mouth with difficulty, his voice weak and firm, "Dad, Mom, don't worry. I'm fine, I just suffered some minor injuries. I will get better and continue to protect you and the family." Li Wenyuan said to Lord Zhao and Madam Zhao, the most important thing now is to save people first, and if there is anything to say, he will talk later.

Lord Zhao and his wife stood in the courtyard, watching Zhao Cheng being carefully carried back to his room by servants. The moonlight shone on Zhao Cheng's pale face, reflecting his resolute and determined eyes. Lord Zhao and his wife were filled with anger as they watched their son's back. They knew that there must be a conspiracy behind Zhao Cheng's injury this time, and General Lin was the instigator of all this.

Lord Zhao turned around and faced General Lin. His voice was cold and firm. "General Lin, what you did today, is it to kill our whole family?" He looked directly at General Lin, his eyes flashing with anger and unwillingness.

General Lin stood in the moonlight, looking somewhat lonely and desolate. Hearing Lord Zhao's question, he sneered. "Lord Zhao, you are wrong. I am not here today to kill your family. I am only here to maintain the peace and order of the court."

"Maintaining peace and order in the court?" Lord Zhao sneered, "Then why did your subordinates use such harsh measures against my son? Is this what you call maintaining peace?"

General Lin was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke. "Sir Zhao, it wasn't me who killed the person, but your Zhao family refused to hand over the treasure, so I had no choice but to take action, and only then did I hand over the treasure. Don't blame me for being ruthless.

General Lin said nothing more. He looked at Lord Zhao and Madam Zhao with a complicated look. He knew that his actions had brought them pain and distress, but he also firmly believed that his actions were correct. He turned and left the courtyard, leaving Lord Zhao and Madam Zhao standing in the moonlight, their hearts filled with anger and helplessness.

That night, the Zhao family's courtyard was exceptionally quiet. Only the moonlight sprinkled on the ground, reflecting the frowning brows and clenched fists of Mr. Zhao and Mrs. Zhao. They knew that this struggle had just begun...

General Lin was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke. "Lord Zhao, it was not me who killed the person, but your Zhao family refused to hand over the treasure, so I had to do it. Don't blame me for being ruthless." The two hurried to Zhao Cheng's room. Pushing open the door, they saw Zhao Cheng lying on the bed with a pale face, and several servants standing beside him to take care of him. Seeing his parents come in, Zhao Cheng struggled to sit up.

Zhao Cheng said weakly, "Father and mother, I may be dying soon. I hope you don't blame your son for his incompetence." Zhao Cheng's weak voice was like a wisp of light smoke, gently floating in the ears of Lord Zhao and Mrs. Zhao. They were instantly heartbroken and their eyes were blurred with tears. Looking at their son's pale and painful face, they felt extremely heartbroken and helpless. Lord Zhao held Zhao Cheng's hand tightly, his voice trembling: "Cheng'er, don't say that. You are the pride of our Zhao family and our bravest son. No matter what happens, we will be by your side to protect you until the last moment." Mrs. Zhao burst into tears. She gently stroked Zhao Cheng's cheek and said softly: "Cheng'er, you are the best child. We won't blame you. We just hope you can hold on and defeat the disease. No matter what you need, we will do our best to do it." Zhao Cheng smiled slightly, with a trace of gratitude and determination in his eyes. He knew that he didn't have much time left, but he still wanted to do something for his family. He spoke with difficulty: "Father, mother, I have something to tell you. In fact, I have always known the secret of the treasure..."