Mother, I have returned to the throne.

In the eyes of Duke Wei, Song Yuan's performance was beyond his expectations.

Even if he hadn't intended to make things difficult for Song Yuan and had held back when attacking, it stood to reason that given Song Yuan's frail appearance, there was no way he could have dodged the kick he had just made!

Duke Wei was not like others who thought that Song Yuan was pretending to be in the imperial city before.

He had witnessed Song Yuan's methods with his own eyes. Just by forging iron, Song Yuan was exhausted!

That kind of extreme state cannot be faked by acting alone.

For a moment, the Duke of Wei suddenly remembered a saying: When a man is away for three days, he should be looked at with new eyes.

This kid in front of me has indeed changed a lot after coming to the border. I just wonder if he still has the same innocent heart as before?

"I've only learned a few basic skills. If we were to fight, how could I possibly be a match for the Duke of Wei?"

Song Yuan laughed and said with some humility.

Duke Wei's expression then brightened considerably, and he roared in a voice as loud as a gong.

"Don't try to beat around the bush with me, you idiot. Do you really think I'm a fool? How could you possibly master such martial arts in just the few months you've been at the border?"

"If you can really change so quickly, wouldn't all my years of hard training have been wasted on me?"

"I see, you're just pretending. I used to sympathize with you when you looked so cowardly in the Imperial City, but now it seems like it was all a trick!"

"Duke Wei, you've wronged me. I really learned this on the frontier!"

Song Yuan shook his head with some helplessness, and then invited him immediately.

"I don't think this is the place to talk, it's freezing and snowy. Why don't we go inside the tent? I'll have someone make some charcoal. I have some good wine here!"

As Song Yuan spoke, he half-bent his body, stretched out his right hand towards the direction of the tent, and immediately began to give instructions.

Seeing such humility, Duke Wei turned around and handed the Guandao in his hand to the personal guard beside him.

"Put away my weapons. If you have nothing else to do, clean your sword. If it's even slightly worn, I'll come back and give you trouble!"

After preliminary testing, Duke Wei had already noticed Song Yuan's attitude. The other party was still the same as before, at least, he was still sincere towards him.

In this case, the Duke of Wei would naturally not act recklessly. He voluntarily handed over his weapons to make his case.

I didn't come here to kill you, you little brat.

As a smart man, Song Yuan naturally understood what he meant. Seeing Duke Wei do all this and walk towards the tent in a swagger, he couldn't help but shake his head and smile.

It seems that the other party came just for an answer.

I just don’t know how to explain it?

Seeing the figure of Duke Wei disappear in the tent, Song Yuan stopped for a moment, but finally followed him.

But at this moment, the guards behind him suddenly rushed forward. Sensing that everyone was on edge, Song Yuan smiled and waved his hand.

"Alright, all of you just wait outside. Duke Wei won't make things difficult for me, so you don't need to follow me!"

"Don't forget to wipe his knife, otherwise he might really cause trouble for you!"

"Your Majesty, I don't think this old man is easy to mess with. He's quite capable. What if..."

"If he really wanted to kill me, he would have done it long ago. Do you think it was necessary to delay for so long?" Song Yuan explained with a smile and shook his head.

"Don't you see what the old man meant by handing you his weapon? How can you kill me without a knife?"

Song Yuan explained with a smile, then walked away, and finally disappeared in the tent under a slight gaze.

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In the tent.

Duke Wei had a gloomy face and was sitting in the seat that originally belonged to Song Yuan.

As the door curtain opened, Song Yuan walked in alone, and a hint of dissatisfaction flashed in Wei Wuguang's pupils.

"Why are you here alone? Call that beast!"

When talking about his own biological son, Duke Wei was still unyielding.

Song Yuan hurriedly nodded and bowed: "Don't worry, old man, I have sent someone to call him!"

As he was speaking, Song Yuan came forward and picked up the teapot.

After pouring a cup of hot tea for Duke Wei, he spoke directly.

"You're going to have to waste a lot of time on this. If you ask me, scolding me is probably going to be quite tiring!"

"Now drink some tea to moisten your throat, or it might get dry and affect your performance!"

Being teased by Song Yuan in this way, but unable to find a reason to blame him, Duke Wei glared at him fiercely, feeling both angry and amused.

"You little brat, you're quite capable. How come you can see through everything I'm thinking?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Duke Wei picked up the teacup and drank it all in one gulp, still as generous as ever.

However, what surprised Song Yuan was that after putting down the teacup, Duke Wei did not respond immediately. Instead, he fumbled in his arms and took out an imperial edict.

"This is the imperial edict written by His Majesty himself when I first came to the frontier. Take a look at the contents for yourself!"

No, what does this mean?

Could it be that the content of this imperial edict is about persuading surrender?

My father can’t be so naive, right?

Do you really think that an imperial edict can make you change your mind?

Seeing the imperial edict right in front of him, Song Yuan frowned slightly, and all kinds of thoughts arose in his mind. After guessing for a long time, he finally couldn't suppress his curiosity and opened the imperial edict in front of Duke Wei.

Just a glance at Song Yuan's forehead immediately made several black lines appear on his face.

What is the most embarrassing thing in your life?

Even if you are still alive, others think you are dead!

In the imperial edict, Song Youji personally bestowed a posthumous title on himself!

From his trembling notes, Song Yuan could even understand how sad the emperor was when he learned of his death.

Now thinking about his actions again, Song Yuan couldn't help but feel a little guilty for a moment.

Seeing Song Yuan's expression shift, Duke Wei's eyes widened. "Because of you, do you know what your father has become? In just a single stick of incense, he looked as if he had aged ten years. He even vomited blood and nearly died!"

"If the imperial physician hadn't rescued him in time, he would have died. In the end, although you didn't die, you made it even more ridiculous. Do you think you are doing him justice by doing this?"

"I think you just want to piss him off to death. How can you be a son like this?"

"Isn't what Duke Wei said a bit serious?"

Song Yuan naturally knew that there was some exaggeration in this: "If you ask me, when I left the Imperial City, didn't my father already foresee the moment of my death?"

Song Yuan was well aware of the relationship between Wei Guogong and His Majesty. If he really wanted to vomit blood, he would have beaten himself up long ago.

How could he let me go so easily?