[Marriage first, love later] She is happy after marrying a widower

"Daddy, why do you have to do this?"

Liu Yuan's face was full of pain and his voice trembled slightly.

"The fact that you adopted me and taught me so carefully is an indelible fact! Even if I don't call you daddy verbally, in my heart, you will always be my daddy. How can that change?"

Liu Yuan stared at Han Heming who was kneeling in front of him, his eyes full of pain and helplessness.

At this time, Han Heming was already frightened to the point of turning pale, his body shaking uncontrollably. With a "thump", he fell straight to his knees in front of Liu Yuan.

"Grandson, please spare the lives of my humble family!"

Han Heming's voice became hoarse and trembling with fear. As he spoke, he kowtowed to Liu Yuan desperately, and his forehead hit the ground with a dull sound.

Just now, the emperor's extremely majestic aura and ice-cold words made Han Heming deeply understand what true imperial power is.

If he dared to respond to the eldest prince's call of "Daddy" today, he was afraid that endless disasters and torture would be waiting for his entire family, and there would be no peace from then on.

Jiu stood aside, looking at the father who had raised him up and now kneeling in front of him so humbly, and felt as if his heart was being cut by a knife.

He closed his eyes tightly, trying hard to hold back the tears that were about to burst out. After taking a deep breath, he slowly opened his eyes and spoke to Han Heming.

"Well, Han Langzhong, please stand up quickly. As for the female official behind you, I will personally deal with her."

However, Han Heming did not stand up after hearing this. Instead, he continued to kowtow and beg, "Your Highness, please do not do this! Thunder, lightning, rain, and dew are all grace from the Emperor. Your Highness, you and the Emperor are blood relatives, grandfather and grandson. You must not allow any rift to arise because of my affairs! Otherwise, I will be held responsible for this..."

When Liu Yuan heard Han Heming's words, he stared at Han Heming for a long time.

After a while, a crystal clear teardrop appeared in his eyes as deep as a pool of water, and it slowly flowed down his pale cheek like a dewdrop rolling on a lotus leaf in the early morning.

His lips trembled slightly, like a candle swaying in the wind, and he spoke in an almost hoarse and trembling voice.

"Han Langzhong, please stand up. Your Highness has been informed of this matter."

After saying this, he seemed to have lost all his strength. He slowly turned around and faced away from everyone.

His slightly thin figure was stretched out in the afterglow of the setting sun, appearing lonely and desolate.

Then, he walked towards the distance with heavy steps, step by step, and each step seemed to carry a heavy burden.

Han Heming was still kneeling straight on the hard and cold ground. He raised his head and followed the back of the young man who was walking away.

The receding figure became smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared at the end of the sight, but Han Heming still stared at it for a long time, unwilling to take his eyes off it.

It was not until a long time later that he sighed deeply and slowly stood up.

Due to kneeling for a long time, his legs were already numb. As soon as he stood up, he stumbled and almost fell to the ground, but he still endured the discomfort and kept his body steady.

Afterwards, Han Heming staggered and walked slowly towards the palace gate.

He lowered his head, his expression blank. His once handsome face was now covered with a thick haze, revealing endless sadness and pain.

On the other hand, Song Yanzhi didn't have any important matters to deal with that day.

Because she went to bed late the night before, she got up much later than usual in the morning.

When she slowly woke up and finished washing up, she found that Han Heming had already gone to the government office to work.

After breakfast, Song Yanzhi felt bored, so she decided to personally direct the maids and old women to clean up and decorate the yard.

It was early autumn, and the leaves in the yard were falling one after another, and the flowers that were originally in full bloom were gradually withering. There was no trace of the beautiful scenery of colorful flowers and shady green trees in summer.

Song Yanzhi first asked the maids to clean the yard, and then told them to go out and buy some fresh flowers. After the flowers were bought, she stood aside and arranged them in an orderly manner.

He directed everyone to place pots of gorgeous flowers in an orderly manner throughout the yard.

For a moment, the whole yard was filled with vitality and vigor because of these new flowers.

Just when everyone was busy, the housekeeper Uncle Wang hurriedly walked in from outside.

His face was slightly panicked, and when he saw Song Yanzhi, he hurriedly said, "Madam, this is bad! The palace just sent four female officials."

Upon hearing this news, Song Yanzhi was stunned.

You have to know that the female officials in the palace are of noble status and cannot be easily commanded by ordinary people.

What's more, their Duke's Mansion has never employed female officials before, but now the emperor has rewarded four female officials at once.

Could it be that... these are actually the four concubines bestowed by the emperor on Han Heming?

Thinking of this, Song Yanzhi couldn't help but feel uneasy.

"Take good care of the ladies-in-waiting and do not neglect them. Let's wait until the Duke returns."

Song Yanzhi's slightly tired voice echoed in the air, as if even saying one more word would make her feel extremely exhausted.

At this moment, she had lost interest in continuing to decorate the yard. After simply explaining everything to Uncle Wang beside her, she turned around and returned to the room.

Han Heming left the yamen very early today, but just after the hour of Mao, he returned to the mansion from the yamen.

He dismounted and threw the whip in his hand with swift movements, accurately landing in the hands of Hu Zi who had been waiting for a long time. Then he took big strides and walked straight into the mansion.

When he passed the gatehouse, he suddenly stopped and asked casually, "What is Madam busy with now? Has she left the house?"

The doorman hurriedly replied respectfully, "Your Excellency, the Madam has not left the mansion today. I heard that she sent someone to buy a large amount of flowers and seems to be preparing to redecorate the courtyard."

It was unknown whether Han Heming heard what the doorman said or not, as he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Han Heming strode into the yard and saw several maids standing beside Song Yanzhi at the edge of the corridor. These maids had sad faces.

The other maids and servants were also quietly doing their own things, and the whole yard seemed quiet and deserted.

Seeing him come back, everyone in the yard seemed relieved and greeted him one after another.