Cut off my tendons in my hands and feet to make me marry? Prepare to die!

Yue Zihuan looked at Yue Yuan with a bruised face and nose, and suddenly he laughed.

He laughed and tears fell from his swollen eyes:

"Father, I never thought that for the sake of so-called fame, you would be so cowardly that you dare not even acknowledge the woman you love the most, and dare not even take your own daughter home."

He was filled with inexplicable grief and anger, and growled with his neck stiffened:

"Father, I look down on you!!"

Yue Yuan almost couldn't catch his breath. He closed his eyes, nodded and sneered:

"Good job, really good job. What kind of magic potion did Feng Xiaolou feed you? You believe every word she says and don't listen to a word your father says."

He suddenly calmed down, slowly opened his eyes, and looked coldly at Yue Zihuan who had a stubborn face:

"Since this is such a shameful image of me in your mind, we no longer need to call each other father and son."

Yue Zihuan's indignation was shattered by these words.

He kept blinking and looked at Yue Yuan in disbelief:

"Father, do you know what you are saying? I am your son, your biological son!"

"Just because your son told you the truth that you are most afraid of hearing, you even disregard the father-son relationship?"

Yue Yuan sat in the wheelchair and twisted his neck left and right, his joints cracking, and his face was more resolute than ever before:

"The biggest failure in my life is giving birth to a son like you."

He said desperately in his heart: I hope Yue Ziyu is not the second one.

Yue Zihuan clenched his hands into fists, his knuckles turning white from excessive force, as if he wanted to squeeze out the endless grief and powerlessness in his heart.

No, he cannot be abandoned. If he is driven out of Dingbei Palace, what else can he do for Xiaolou?

He was too impulsive today and shouldn't have contradicted his father like that.

At least he should wait until he takes control of the Dingbei Palace before revealing Xiaolou's background.

After taking a deep breath, Yue Zihuan knelt down heavily, put his forehead to the ground and spoke in a sad voice:

"It was my son's words and actions that hurt my father's heart. I beg you to forgive my son for his momentary confusion!"

Yue Yuan snorted from his nose, with a mocking look on his face:

"How can you be so confused? You have Feng Xiaolou giving you advice, but your brain is not in you, but in Feng Xiaolou's mouth!"

Yue Zihuan lowered his head and clenched his fists tightly. He endured it. For Xiaolou, he could endure no matter how weird his father was.

Yue Ran walked behind Yue Yuan and massaged his father's back. After a light cough, he asked curiously:

"Brother, I really want to know, what conclusive evidence did Feng Xiaolou show you that made you believe that she is our father's biological daughter?"

"What evidence did Lu Qingrong give you to make you believe that she is the woman that your father loves the most?"

In this life and the last, if Yue Ran remembered correctly, his father and Lu Qingrong had almost never been alone together, and they barely even exchanged a few words.

In particular, Lu Qingrong came to the palace several times to ask to live in the palace to take care of her and her sisters, but her father refused without even a second thought.

What method did Lu Qingrong use to make Yue Zihuan believe wholeheartedly that she was the true love of King Dingbei?

Upon hearing this, Yue Zihuan looked at Yue Ran warily:

"What do you want to do?"

He would never reveal the key secret of Xiaolou's life experience.

Yue Ran is as vicious as her biological mother and will definitely harm Xiaolou and her daughter!

As soon as Yue Yuan saw him raise his head, he knew what he was thinking. Even at this point, Yue Zihuan was still thinking about protecting Feng Xiaolou.

What a romantic.

No! Why does he think his son is a romantic?

Yue Yuan suddenly reacted.

Since Yue Zihuan firmly believes that Feng Xiaolou is his daughter, it means that Yue Zihuan believes that Feng Xiaolou is his biological sister.

But when he saw Yue Zihuan's expression when he mentioned Feng Xiaolou, he saw the kind of sweetness that only a man would have when he mentioned the woman he deeply loved.

Damn.

Yue Yuan stared at Yue Zihuan, his murderous intent towards Feng Xiaolou and her daughter reaching an unprecedented level.

Not only did she deceive his son and humiliate his reputation, she also seduced his son with incest.

This Feng Xiaolou really deserves to be killed!

Yue Yuan gripped the armrests of the wheelchair tightly with both hands, and his knuckles turned bluish-white.

An indescribable anger suddenly surged in my heart.

He suddenly sneered:

"Since you like Feng Xiaolou so much, I will grant your wish!"

Yue Zihuan was delighted when he heard this, but then he felt a little confused. What did his father want to do for him?

Could it be that my father wants to take Xiaolou and her daughter back to the palace?

He raised his head slowly, a little bit unsure of his own judgment.

Yue Yuan stared into his eyes and said word by word:

“Ranran, send someone to find a middleman and go to Lihua Lane to propose marriage. Tell them that my Dingbei Palace’s eldest son Yue Zihuan wants to take Feng Xiaolou as a concubine!”

Yue Ran was stunned, and then almost laughed out loud.

Older gingers are more spicy.

Yue Zihuan's face turned pale in an instant, as if all the blood had been drained away.

His eyes flickered with shock, disappointment, anger and a little joy.

His father is willing to marry Xiaolou to him.

But Xiaolou is his biological sister!!

What on earth is Father doing?

He kowtowed heavily, his voice mournful:

"No, father, how can you do this? You are pushing both your son and Xiaolou into the fire pit!"

What's more, Xiaolou is so good, how can she be my concubine?

Although he is the eldest son of the Dingbei Palace, he is not the prince, and he is only a seventh-rank official. How can he be worthy of Xiaolou?

Yue Yuan raised his eyebrows:

"Why not? Feng Xiaolou has been close to you for several years, right? If he has no interest in you, what is the purpose of being with you for so long?"

"And you, dare you say that you didn't feel a little bit of joy in your heart after hearing what I said just now?"

He laughed coldly:

"Since you two are in love, if I don't help you, wouldn't that be ruining the deep love between you?"

Yue Zihuan raised his head suddenly, his eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was hoarse:

"You clearly know that Xiaolou is my biological sister!!!"

Yue Yuan raised his lips in a sarcastic arc:

"is it?"

"I didn't know I had a third daughter, so you can ask Feng Xiaolou to produce evidence to prove that she is my daughter."

"Otherwise, if the eldest son of my Dingbei King wanted to take a concubine, who in the capital could raise an objection?"

Yue Zihuan knelt there blankly, his mind seemed to be swept by a strong wind, and for a moment he was completely at a loss for what to do.

Yes, he likes the small building.

But he can't marry Xiaolou!

It seems like my father is determined to force Xiaolou into a desperate situation.

Why is this? Aunt Rong is obviously the woman my father loves the most.

Yue Ran couldn't bear to see Yue Zihuan looking so stupid, so she reminded him loudly:

"Brother, if you don't go to Feng Xiaolou to get evidence, the matchmaker I found will really come to your door."

Yue Zihuan glared at Yue Ran. If his face hadn’t been beaten like a pig’s head, he would have really been ready to die rather than surrender.

Yue Yuan didn't even bother to look at him, frowning and urging Yue Ran:

"What are you waiting for him to do? Go find a matchmaker right away and go to Lihua Lane to propose marriage right away!!"