The Emperor's uncle loves me! My paranoid wife, don't run away

Chapter 305: Hao Chuan's Collapse

Shen Kuo certainly didn't believe it, but he also didn't want to completely turn against Hao Chuan.

"Hao Hengshan has never had any dealings with my Shen family from the beginning to the end. His words."

"I do not believe."

Hao Chuan's expression changed, and he said hurriedly: "Hao Hengshan is Luo Mosheng's..."

He paused for a moment, as if he was considering his words, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "...Uncle, he knows a lot about Luo Mosheng."

Shen Kuo's expression did not fluctuate at all, even his eyes did not change: "Precisely because he is his uncle."

He spoke slowly, with every word expressing indifference: "So, I don't believe it."

The air was silent for a moment, only the low tolling of the funeral bell in the distance echoed above the Shen Mansion.

Hao Chuan's lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to argue something, but when he met Shen Kuo's clear and determined eyes, he suddenly couldn't say anything.

He knew that Shen Kuo was smart, even wise. He would think twice before doing anything and would never easily believe what others said.

"Kuor."

Hao Chuan's voice lowered, with a bit of helplessness and sincerity, "Everything in this world will leave a trace."

"For yourself, for your sister, for the Shen family..."

"You can go to Wei Jiuzhao's house to look for it yourself."

"There will definitely be clues."

Shen Kuo remained silent, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the fabric of his cuffs, his eyes slightly narrowed.

Night fell completely, and the white cloth in the yard fluttered gently in the wind.

After a long while, Shen Kuo finally raised his head and said in a light voice: "No need to see you off."

His tone was calm, revealing an unshakable determination.

Hao Chuan's eyes dimmed for a moment, as if he wanted to fight for something again, but in the end, he still sighed, bowed his head, turned around and left.

……

Hao Chuan returned to his residence alone and dejected.

An extremely ordinary house.

In the distance, he saw a candle lit in his room.

He stepped forward and opened the door.

The candlelight flickered in the room, and its shadow was reflected on the person opposite, outlining a familiar but much older face.

Hao Hengshan, the once high-spirited general, now lacks even a trace of his former self.

He sat quietly on a chair in the room, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

Hao Chuan stood at the door and did not approach immediately. He glanced coldly at his face and asked, "Why are you here?"

Hao Hengshan opened his mouth and said softly: "I...I came to see you."

After a moment of silence, Hao Chuan slowly walked into the house and chose a chair far away to sit down.

Facing Hao Hengshan, he didn't know what to say or what to do.

Seeing that he was silent, Hao Hengshan spoke again: "A few days ago, I went to see your mother."

"There is a white flower blooming in front of her grave. It is very beautiful."

As the words fell, the candlelight in the room flickered slightly, reflecting a momentary gloom on Hao Chuan's face.

He slowly closed his eyes.

White flowers.

He remembered clearly that Wei Yun liked white flowers the most during his lifetime, and the courtyard was planted with pear blossoms. Every spring, the petals fell in a riot of colour wherever the wind blew.

Apart from making soup every day, I just sit under the pear tree and daydream.

The pain he had suffered over the past decade was caused by Wei Yun and the man in front of him.

At this moment, Hao Hengshan was sitting opposite him, talking about his mother's grave and the white flower.

Hao Chuan's heart seemed to be tightly gripped by something, and pain surged up like a tide, enveloping him tightly.

"When you die, I will bury you next to her."

"You bloom too, okay?"

He wanted to express all his resentment and accusations, but when they came to his lips, those sharp words became this incomprehensible sentence.

"Thank you, Chuan'er."

Hao Hengshan's voice was a little hoarse, and it was hard to tell whether he was expressing gratitude or relief.

Hao Chuan sneered, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.

"dream."

"When you die, I will throw you into the sea."

"Then, dig Wei Yun out and bury him in the sand dunes."

"You two will never see each other again in this life or death."

The candlelight in the room flickered.

Hao Hengshan knew that Hao Chuan hated him.

This hatred is as deep as the sea and as overwhelming as the sky and the earth.

He fully accepted Hao Chuan's hatred.

During this period of time, he has been locking himself in the room, immersed in memories of the past, like a prisoner who is about to die of old age.

He couldn't understand why Wei Yun died at that moment, which was exactly the moment when he changed his mind and loved her the most.

Fate was so cruel that it refused to even fulfill his final confession.

"Chuan'er..." He spoke, his voice a little dry and tentative.

"I came here this time to talk to you."

Hao Chuan's eyelashes trembled violently and his fingertips felt cold.

His hands trembled as he pointed to the door, as if he was trying hard to control his emotions: "Thank you for telling me about Wei Jiuzhao last time."

"But I don't have anything to say."

"you go."

The last two words are decisive and leave no room for doubt.

"I have my reasons!" Hao Hengshan spoke hastily, with a suppressed tremor in his voice.

"I……"

Before he finished speaking, Hao Chuan suddenly raised his head.

The pressure on his heart was too heavy.

All the pain that the truth had brought to him over the past few months suddenly flooded into his mind and welled up in his eyes.

He roared and he roared.

"If you have any problems, go find your son!"

"What did you ask me for!"

"What do you want me to do?"

Hao Chuan's tears fell uncontrollably.

"Go find Luo Mosheng! Go!"

"Get out of here!"

"Chuan'er... Dad was wrong..."

"Don't call me!"

Hao Chuan's eyes were full of resistance.

"Why did you call me!"

This has been suppressed, ignored and denied.

An unloved child.

His belated rebellion finally arrived.

Hao Chuan tried to end his life several times in corners where no one could see.

He slashed his wrists, he swallowed pills, his mind telling his body to kill itself.

But...why wasn't he given the chance to hide in a corner and secretly survive?

It was the first time that Hao Hengshan saw Hao Chuan, whose emotions exploded like firecrackers.

He hated himself so much.

"At that time, Your Majesty..."

Hao Hengshan's voice trembled slightly as he tried to explain.

However, Hao Chuan did not give him any chance to explain.

He rushed forward and stared at the 'father' who was once so high and mighty.

"Your Majesty back then?!"

Hao Chuan also pieced together what happened between the Hao family and His Majesty back then.

but.

He couldn't figure it out no matter how hard he tried.

What do all the things, all the grudges, all the intrigues have to do with him?

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

Hao Chuan roared almost crazily.

"His Majesty has robbed your woman, so go find His Majesty!"

"He stole your woman, so you're going to drag any other woman to hell?"

"You're going to give that woman to another man and give birth to an innocent me?"

"Why!"