Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 992

As soon as he left the palace, there was a carriage waiting on the side. Tang Chuyu, slightly tipsy, lifted the carriage curtain and said, "Tang Xinghe, go home."

When Tang Xinghe heard his father's voice, he quickly responded, "Father, I'm not going home today. I'm going to stay at Chu Yang's house."

Ma Chuyang nodded with a smile, his face looking like a bruised pig head, “Yes, yes, Xinghe, go to my house.”

The curtain of another carriage parked nearby was suddenly lifted from inside. It was his brother Ma Chuyi's voice, "Didn't you just tell me that you were going to live at Tang Xinghe's house? So you lied to me again? Ma Xiaomei, are you itching for sex?"

Ma Chuyang's face suddenly changed, and he rushed to the carriage door, wishing he could tear his brother's mouth apart. "What are you shouting at me? Ma Chuyi, do you think you can still bully me like before? I tell you, after this polo game, I am no longer myself! Humph!"

Ma Chuyi's smile lingered on the corners of his lips, and it took a long time to disappear. "Yes, yes, you are no longer yourself. You are now a fool."

He jumped off the carriage, reached out and grabbed his brother by the scruff of the neck, and lifted him into the carriage like a kitten, causing a burst of squeals.

After the carriage started, when it passed by Tang Chuyu's carriage, Ma Chuyi said, "Master Tang, yours is yours to take away."

Tang Xinghe rushed to the carriage and ran a few steps after it. "Chu Yang, will you come to find me tomorrow, or will I come to find you?"

Ma Chuyang shouted back, "I, I, I, I'll come find you as soon as the curfew is lifted. Leave the door open for me."

"Okay." Tang Xinghe also stepped into his father's carriage with a bruised face.

Tang Chuyu looked at his grown-up naughty boy, and felt indescribably comforted. But when he looked at his swollen and purple face, he felt extremely distressed.

He said, "I plan to ask for you to be crowned as the Crown Prince in a few days. Do you have any ideas?"

Tang Xinghe really thought about it carefully, "Did father ask mother for her opinion? Did he ask Xingchen, Xinghai and the others for their opinions?"

He knew that some powerful families fought each other for the position of a crown prince, and even killed people. Not to mention the distant past, just take the former Jian'an Marquis Mansion, where the old lady not only ruined people's reputation, but also drugged the old marquis.

He was not willing to tear his family apart for such a title. He could earn his own future.

Tang Chuyu said, "The position of the Crown Prince has its honors and disgraces, and both honor and disgrace are shouldered. I only ask you, are you willing to shoulder the heavy responsibility of revitalizing the Duke's Mansion?"

If it were in the past, Tang Xinghe would have answered, "Do you think I look like someone who can carry a heavy load? If I have that ability, why am I still sitting here?"

But today is different. Perhaps he has been different since a few days ago when Emperor Mingde asked him, "Do you dare to fight against other countries?"

A brilliant flower of defending the country grew in his heart. To this end, he was willing to take on the responsibility of his family first, and then the responsibility of the country.

Because his cousin's husband said that a small family comes first before a big family.

So he should first bring honor to his family and then defend his homeland.

Tang Xinghe was lost in thought, and Tang Chuyu did not urge him.

The carriage moved slowly along the long street late at night, making crisp clattering sounds.

When they were almost at the Duke of Huguo's mansion, Tang Xinghe said seriously, "Father, I've made up my mind. I'm the eldest son, and I should shoulder the family responsibilities and let my brothers live a more relaxed and happy life."

Tang Chuyu smiled slightly, reached out and touched his son's bruised face, "Xinghe, you have grown up. As a father..."

As soon as she started to cry, she was interrupted by the lady guarding the door of the Duke of Huguo's mansion. Zheng Qiaoer had already cried for several times, "My son, where is my son! Xinghe, come down quickly and let your mother take a look..."

Tang Xinghe sighed.

Tang Chuyu also sighed.

Before the carriage came to a complete stop, the curtain was lifted.

Zheng Qiaoer reached out and grabbed her son, whose face was covered with scars, and hugged him tightly in her arms, "Xinghe... my son... wuwuwu..."

She saw with her own eyes her son being beaten by a bunch of tall and strong men from Wan State on the field... The emperor was really something, it turned out that even though they were not beating his son, he didn't feel sorry at all.

Tang Xinghe, who was held in his mother's arms, suddenly felt a chord in his heart. He reached out his hand, gently patted his mother's back, and said softly, "Mother, I don't feel any pain..."