System Blessing: The Young Master of the Dong Family and Diao Chan's Fate

"Do you still want this cool one of mine?"

After saying this, Dong Zhuo's eyes never left his son.

"Father, Liang is also part of Daqian."

“But it’s not all of Daqian.”

Dong Yu sighed and massaged Dong Zhuo's shoulders from behind.

"He is not everything to you, but he is everything to me."

"Dad is not as capable as you."

"The people under my command are not as good as yours."

"But without them, I wouldn't be where I am today. I don't want you to... I don't want you to kill them."

"They've fought with me all their lives. Now that they can enjoy themselves, I'm going to force them to death, right?"

"Yes, they were wrong, they...but she's not dead, is she?"

Dong Zhuo held the blanket tightly and said with a moved expression.

He seemed to have used up all his strength to say this, and there was even a hint of pleading in his tone.

"She's not dead."

"It was the princess who died."

"But they were wrong in threatening me."

"My son and my wife are not the ones to be threatened by outsiders!"

"I am the emperor, not the young master of the Xiliang Army!"

"Facing the emperor, the mere threat is enough to kill them hundreds, thousands of times over."

Dong Yu's expression turned stern, and there was a hint of anger in his tone.

"They are trying to protect themselves, and there is nothing wrong with that."

"They had many methods available to them, but they chose a dead end."

"The emperor has never been coerced."

"Today they threaten me to kill my wife and children, tomorrow they threaten me to slaughter my relatives, and the day after tomorrow they threaten me to abdicate the throne?"

"If you retreat one foot today, what will you do tomorrow?"

Dong Yu's eyes flashed like lightning and he shouted angrily.

From this moment on, Dong Zhuo finally understood that his son was no longer the fledgling he was yesterday.

Today, Dong Yu is already an emperor.

But many people, even he himself, are not aware of this change in identity.

"Dad, you're old. You haven't commanded a force in ten years. Do they still recognize you?"

Dong Yu bent down, rested his chin on Dong Zhuo's shoulder, and whispered in Dong Zhuo's ear.

Dong Zhuo's body was shaking, and he was a little overwhelmed by this question.

How many of the Xiliang army today are still the old ones?

As the old is replaced by the new, how many soldiers can withstand the erosion of ten years?

To become an elite soldier, one must be middle-aged and strong. Now, ten years have passed and many veterans have retired.

Those who retired from the army returned home, while those who were reluctant to leave stayed with the retired veterans to guard their homes.

After a long time, Dong Zhuo supported himself on the armrests of the chair with both hands, veins popping out on his forehead, and actually stood up with the strength of his arms.

"If they still listen to me, can you let me give you an explanation?"

Trying hard not to fall down, Dong Zhuo turned around to look at his son and asked straight in the eye.

Dong Zhuo was disloyal and unkind throughout his life, but he was never unjust.

Today, for the sake of his adopted son, he supported his broken body and showed his prowess to his son.

Looking at his father who was holding on, Dong Yu closed his eyes and frowned tightly.

"Anyway, she's not dead yet, her son will be the emperor."

"Even though she couldn't become queen while she was alive, since she's not dead yet, I'm begging you as a father!"

Dong Zhuo's arms could hardly support his huge body, so he could only speak again, hoping that his son would agree.

"sit down."

"Sit down for me."

"Before the first day of next month, I... want to see your explanation."

Dong Yu sighed and quickly pushed the stubborn old man back.

"it is good."

Dong Zhuo nodded.

"You're not in good health, why do you have to torment yourself?"

Dong Yu looked away and asked helplessly.

"I've been busy all my life, and I have no time to rest."

"I've been idle for a while, I'm afraid of my son and my legs, hahaha."

"Back in the day, I was a master of my trade, riding a horse with a sword in hand and shooting arrows left and right. But today, I'm actually afraid of my son. Hahahaha...hahahaha."

Dong Zhuo leaned back in his chair and laughed out loud at himself.

"Are you digging my heart out?"

Dong Yu felt a little uncomfortable and asked without curiosity.

"You are right, you are the emperor."

"You should do this. As a father, I don't blame you. This is what an emperor should do."

"But I am not your father. I am Duke Liang, the Liang of Liangzhou, the Liang of Xiliang."