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

The children also came in one after another. Seeing their father injured, their eyes were full of heartache and concern. When Song Yanzhi saw the children coming in, she quickly wiped away her tears, not wanting them to see her vulnerable side.

Da Wa ran to the bedside and looked at Han Heming with concern: "Dad, how are you? Does your wound hurt a lot?" He stared at Han Heming, trying to find the answer from his father's expression.

Han Heming looked at Da Wa lovingly: "It's okay, don't worry." He patted Da Wa's shoulder gently to comfort him.

Erwa also stepped forward and said, "Daddy, you must get better soon." His voice was filled with tears and his eyes were glistening with tears.

Han Heming touched Erwa's head and said, "Don't worry, Daddy is fine." His movements were gentle and warm, as if they could dispel the fear and anxiety in the children's hearts.

Sanwa and Song Zemin also came over, tugged at the corner of Han Heming's clothes, and said in a baby voice: "Daddy (uncle), you should take good care of your injuries and get better soon." Their lovely appearance made Han Heming's heart full of warmth.

Han Heming's heart was filled with warmth: "Don't worry, I will be fine soon." He looked at his wife and children in front of him, and secretly vowed in his heart that he must get better as soon as possible and protect this home.

Song Yanzhi looked at this scene and said softly, "Okay, kids, let your father have a good rest, and we'll go out first." She knew that Han Heming needed a quiet environment to recuperate at the moment, and the children should not disturb him too much.

On Song Yanzhi's side, the atmosphere was warm and the care and reunion of family members were like the warm spring sun, dispelling the haze.

But the palace was in an uproar, and the atmosphere of tension and anger surged like raging waves.

Shen Huanjun was enjoying the joy of victory with great satisfaction. Before the smile on his face could fully bloom, he saw a general rushing in.

The general's face was pale, his eyes filled with panic and anxiety. He staggered to Shen Huanjun, knelt down with a plop, and said in a trembling voice, "Sir, there's an incident in the Sky Prison. Han Heming has been rescued by a group of men in black."

Shen Huanjun stood up suddenly, and the movement was so fast that the chair behind him fell to the ground with a clang.

His face instantly turned red, his eyes widened, veins bulged on his forehead, and he roared like an enraged lion.

"A bunch of trash! You can't even keep an eye on one person! What are you doing for a living?" The voice echoed in the palace like thunder, making people's eardrums hurt.

The general was so frightened that his whole body was shaking, cold sweat rolled down his forehead like rain, and he quickly knelt on the ground, banging his head against the ground like pounding garlic.

"Please calm down, sir. Our people are already tracking them down. We have already sent more manpower to search for clues everywhere. We will not slack off in the slightest. Please give us some more time." His voice was tearful, full of fear and pleading.

Shen Huanjun paced back and forth, his steps were quick and heavy, and every step seemed to be stepping on everyone's heart.

His face was horribly gloomy, and his eyes seemed to be murderous. "Increase your efforts in the investigation and find Han Heming! Even if I have to dig three feet underground, I will pull him out, otherwise you will all be beheaded!"

He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms, but he felt no pain at all. The anger in his heart had made him lose his mind.

The general responded, "Yes, sir!" He did not dare to stop for a moment. He stood up and crawled to his feet, and retreated in a hurry. His back looked so embarrassed and panicked.

Shen Huanjun sat back down heavily in his chair, which creaked mournfully under his weight. He gritted his teeth and said, "Go, call the eldest grandson over to me."

There was suspicion and anger in his eyes, as if in his heart, all these changes had a lot to do with Liu Yuan.

Liu Yuan was in his own hall. The dim candlelight flickered, illuminating his slightly pale face.

He hugged his trembling brother tightly and comforted him softly.

Liu Hong's body kept shaking, and tears poured out like a flood, "Brother, I killed Daddy, I killed Daddy." The cry was full of pain and self-blame, echoing in the silent palace, making people feel pity when they heard it.

"Brother, we are destined to be enemies with our father and mother. Who gave us such a grandfather? Who made us bleed the blood of the Wanyan clan? Rather than letting our father and mother be deceived and die, it is better to let them see our true identity."

Liu Yuan hugged Liu Hong tightly, his eyes full of pain and determination. The pain overwhelmed him like a tide, but he endured it and could not cry out loudly like his brother.

He knew that as an older brother, he had to be strong and shoulder this heavy responsibility.

At this time, the person sent by Shen Huanjun arrived: "Grandson of the Emperor, the Lord invites you." The voice was cold and mechanical, without a trace of emotion.

Liu Yuan took a deep breath, as if trying to calm the waves in his heart. He patted Liu Hong soothingly and said, "Brother, wait for me here. I'll be back soon, don't be afraid." His eyes were firm and gentle, trying to give his brother some strength.

Liu Yuan followed the visitor and came before Shen Huanjun. He bowed slightly and saluted: "Grandfather." The gesture seemed respectful, but revealed a subtle alienation.

Shen Huanjun glared at Liu Yuan, his eyes seemed to see through him, "Do you know you are wrong?" His voice was cold and stern, like the verdict of a judge.

Liu Yuan straightened his body, his spine as straight as a javelin, and looked directly into Shen Huanjun's eyes without fear, "I don't know what my grandson has done wrong." His voice was calm and firm, without any retreat.

Shen Huanjun slammed the table, and the loud noise echoed in the palace.

"Don't you have any responsibility for Han Heming's escape? You swore before that Song Yanzhi and Han Heming's strongholds had been wiped out. What about now? How did they still have the manpower to rescue Han Heming? You didn't let him go on purpose, did you? "

His eyes were full of suspicion and anger, and the flames of anger seemed to devour Liu Yuan.

Liu Yuan showed no fear. His eyes were as firm as a rock as he looked directly at Shen Huanjun and said, "Grandfather, everything I said is true. There is absolutely no falsehood.

The situation was complicated and changing rapidly. Who could have expected that they had hidden manpower?

"My grandson is devoted to the great cause of the Wanyan family. How could grandfather doubt me like this? I have always worked hard and never dared to slack off. Grandfather's groundless suspicion is really chilling to my heart."

His voice was light, his words were clear and logical, neither humble nor arrogant, as he tried to defend himself.