The Return of the King: A Generation of Prodigies

Yan Mingde was getting increasingly angry waiting for Yan Yu in the big tent. Just when he could no longer wait and was about to take people to look for Yan Yu, his personal guards came to report that the major general had taken people to the front line.

It would have been fine if he didn't know this, but knowing this made Yan Mingde even more furious. This little bastard really deserved a good beating. He was asked to stay in the rear to command the battle, but he actually ran to the front line to fight.

Yan Mingde turned around and was about to rush out, but was stopped by Liang Ping who came in from outside. "Alright, alright, old buddy, I think Yu'er is a kid with a plan in mind. He has his reasons for doing this. Don't bother to be annoying. Children are growing up, and they should be given space to develop freely. Children who are tied to their belts will never grow up and achieve anything."

Yan Mingde and Liang Ping have been brothers and old partners for many years. On the surface, they are in a superior-subordinate relationship, but in fact, they can drink and eat together in private.

"You old thing, it's easy for you to talk without any pain in your waist. Why don't you let your sons go to the front line? You just buy this place to fool me. I only have this one son now, and he hasn't started a family yet, so I can have a grandson. What's the matter? Are you hoping that I will have no successor?" Yan Mingde looked at Liang Ping angrily. If it weren't for the fact that they were old friends, he would have wanted to hit him.

Liang Ping chuckled and stepped forward, saying, "Okay, I have no objection to letting my sons who are not up to the task go to the front, but they don't have the ability to do it. They can't even show it off."

He put his arm around Yan Mingde's shoulders and said with a playful smile, "Alright, stop worrying. Since Yu'er dared to do this, it means he had planned it all along. He's going to the front, and you have to stay behind to support him."

"That child is blessed by God, nothing will happen to him, just put your mind at ease. Come, come, come, I will play a game of chess with you while we wait."

Yan Mingde waited for a whole night.

After the battle, it was naturally not Yan Yu's turn to clean up the battlefield, so Yan Yu took Qin Gang and several personal guards back to the camp first.

As soon as Yan Yu rode into the camp, he saw his old father, who had been worried all night, pacing back and forth there.

Seeing Yan Mingde, Yan Yu quickly dismounted, walked a few steps to Yan Mingde, and called out, "Father."

Hearing his son's cry, Yan Mingde suddenly raised his head. He was about to scold his son, but when he saw his son with unshaven beard and bloodshot eyes, he finally held back his scolding and turned his words into caring words, "You're back. Go wash up quickly and have a good sleep. Dad will ask them to make you some ginseng and pheasant soup."

"Okay." Yan Yu's voice was hoarse. After the entire battle, he was the one who was most worried and exhausted. To be honest, he really couldn't take it anymore. He didn't have the energy to do anything unless he got some sleep.

Yan Yu went to bed, and his father Yan Mingde cooked for the first time in his life and stewed ginseng pheasant soup for Yan Yu under the guidance of the head cook.

The ginseng was given to him by someone else, and the pheasant was caught by him in the mountains. He gave these to Yan Yu specifically, and he himself was reluctant to eat them.

Yan Mingde came out of the kitchen after finishing his work and found out that his beloved son Yan Yu had made another remarkable achievement this time. He had wiped out Li Bin's 100,000-strong army in just one night.

This was something he had never dared to imagine, but his son actually did it. He was so excited that he almost jumped three feet high.

Their Yan family is really about to become established. If things continue to develop in this way, his son Yan Yu will definitely be Yun Li's next god of war.

Yan Mingde was so happy that he didn't know how to express his feelings, so he ordered the slaughter of pigs and sheep, wine and meat, and rewarded the three armies and let the soldiers have a carnival in advance before the court's commendation came.

However, the carnival outside had nothing to do with Yan Yu. He was now in a coma, struggling with his conscience in his dreams.

In the dream, Yan Yu returned to his previous life, back to the time when he and Chu Qingge first met. They traveled together in southern Xinjiang, cooked together, and hid from those who came looking for them... Everything was so beautiful that Yan Yu was reluctant to wake up.

By the time Ping An discovered that something was wrong with Yan Yu, his condition was already quite bad. Not only was his face flushed and his forehead sweating, but he couldn't be woken up no matter what he did.

This not only made Yan Mingde anxious, but no one in the entire army was not worried.

A military doctor was called in, but he couldn't figure out what was going on. In the end, they all came to the same conclusion that Yan Yu was overworked and that he would be fine if he took some tonics and rested more.

Du Xiaohu also came to see him, but his medical skills were limited after all. He was good at making medicine, but he was not that good at practicing medicine.

Although Du Xiaohu's medical skills were not very good, he felt that Yan Yu's condition was not caused by overwork at all, but was similar to the condition of a patient with soul-dissociation syndrome that his grandfather had once treated.

Du Xiaohu had doubts in his mind, but he didn't dare to say them out loud. He could only keep them in his heart and wait for an opportunity to tell Yan Mingde.

Seeing that his son could not be woken up no matter what he did, Yan Mingde was so anxious that he was jumping up and down. He sent someone with a token back to the capital to ask Shen Tianjiao for help in the palace, hoping that Shen Tianjiao could send an imperial physician to treat Yan Yu as soon as possible.

Because Yan Yu was unconscious, no one was in the mood to celebrate the victory with drinking and eating meat, and the atmosphere was as low as ever.

Yan Mingde dismissed everyone and left him alone in the big tent to look after his son.

Ping'an carefully slipped into the big tent, curled up in the corner, looked at Yan Mingde, and seemed to be hesitant to speak.

"If you have something to say, just say it. Hesitating and dithering is not what a man should do." Yan Mingde knew what Ping An was doing even with his eyes closed.

"Master." Seeing Yan Mingde speak, Ping An dared to step forward and said, "This isn't the first time the young master has done this."

"Go on!" Ping An said the above and then stopped talking. Yan Mingde patiently controlled his temper and asked with gritted teeth. What he hated most was people who were not straightforward.

"Not long ago, the young master fell seriously ill, and his condition was similar to now." Ping'an still feels scared when he recalls the situation at that time.

"How did you cure it back then?" Yan Mingde suddenly became alert, stood up, and looked at Ping An with sharp eyes.

Ping An was so frightened that he trembled and lowered his head and said, "At that time, the doctor said that the young master was beyond saving and was about to let me prepare for his funeral. Then suddenly there was a thunderclap in the sky. I have never seen such a loud and loud thunder in my life. After that thunderclap, the young master woke up."

Yan Mingde knew that Yan Yu had been in poor health since childhood, but he had no idea that his son had experienced such a thing before.

"So, what should we do now?" Yan Mingde looked at Ping An, whose words were in vain. "Do we have to wait for another thunderbolt before Yu'er wakes up?"

Ping An shook his head and said, "I don't know either, but I think we should wait for the thunder to come."

Ever since that thunder, many things have changed since Yan Yu woke up. Yan Yu seems like a different person, which makes Ping An believe that all these changes are due to that thunder.

"Then tell me, how can that thunder come?" Although Yan Mingde never believed in ghosts and gods, he was worried about his son and tried all kinds of treatments to save him.

Ping An was stunned by the question. He had no experience in this matter. How could he have the ability to summon thunder from the sky?

"Young General, this is definitely soul-separation syndrome. It cannot be cured by ordinary methods." Du Xiaohu's sudden voice almost scared Yan Mingde and Ping An, who were in silence, to death.

Yan Mingde stared at Du Xiaohu. He felt that his son would not be able to get over these strange things today.

Yan Mingde felt exhausted looking at these unreliable people. He only hoped that Yan Yu would wake up. As long as Yan Yu could wake up, he would not hesitate to kill him even if it meant a sudden death or a soul-leaving syndrome.

"Did your grandfather cure the person with the soul-separation syndrome?" Although Yan Mingde felt that the soul-separation syndrome was unreliable, he still asked with the mentality of giving it a try just in case it worked.

Du Xiaohu shook his head. He was still young at that time. He only heard that his grandfather cured other people's soul-leaving syndrome. He didn't see it with his own eyes, so he had no idea how it was cured.

Another thing that was said in vain. Yan Mingde was about to go crazy. Just when he wanted to ask Du Xiaohu if his grandfather was still alive, a loud thunder suddenly sounded outside, which was loud enough to deafen people's ears.

Ping'an covered his ears and looked excitedly at Yan Yu lying on the bed.

Yan Yu, who didn't want to wake up from his sweet dream, was startled by the thunder and his dream turned into a nightmare. He dreamed of Chu Qingge's tragic death after being forced to drink poison. He tried desperately to shout and save her, but no matter how he struggled, it was of no use. He was so anxious that he kept slapping himself in his dream.

Seeing Yan Yu moving on the bed, Yan Mingde hurried over. Looking at his son who was sweating and shaking his head, Yan Mingde didn't know what was wrong, so he raised his hand and slapped his son in the face.

Yan Yu, who was struggling in his dream, was awakened by the slap. He sat up suddenly and stared at one place with lifeless eyes.

"General, hurry up and slap the young general again to make him come back to his senses." Du Xiaohu saw that Yan Yu looked like a fool and hurriedly urged Yan Mingde.

"Oh." Yan Mingde, who hadn't figured out what was going on, raised his hand and slapped Yan Yu again.

Yan Mingde's slap completely woke Yan Yu up. He came to his senses, looked at Yan Mingde, and called out, "Dad."

"Hey, Yu'er, are you okay?" Yan Mingde instantly woke up when Yan Yu called him "Dad". He stepped forward and held Yan Yu's shoulders with both hands, and asked excitedly, "Son, are you really okay?"

"Well, I'm fine. I'm just a little tired and want to sleep a little longer." Just now in his dream, Yan Yu had used up all his strength to fight. Now that he woke up, he felt that his whole body was exhausted. He was so limp that he didn't even have the strength to move.

"Okay, then you sleep a little longer, but don't sleep too long. Daddy will be here with you." Yan Mingde was in a very conflicted mood. He felt distressed when he saw Yan Yu looking so weak. He wished Yan Yu could sleep a little longer, but he was also afraid that Yan Yu would not be able to wake up again after sleeping.

"Yeah." Yan Yu closed his eyes weakly and fell asleep quickly this time.

"General, don't worry. The young general is in good condition. His soul should have returned to one body and he will be fine." Du Xiaohu saw clearly just now that Yan Yu's eyes were as clear as those of an ordinary person, which meant that he was really fine.

"Oh, okay." Yan Mingde's emotions fluctuated greatly today. The extreme joy and sorrow tortured him a lot.

Ping An saw that Yan Mingde looked unhappy, so he said, "Master, you should go and have a rest. I will just stay here."

Yan Mingde waved his hand and said, "You go down, I'll stay here to watch over Yu'er."

Ainuer Xiong'an looked at the battle report in his hand and was almost fainted with anger. This was simply the greatest shame and humiliation in his life so far. In just one night, one hundred thousand troops were wiped out in vain. If he had not experienced this outrageous thing personally, no one would believe it if he told others about it.

He angrily tore the battle report in his hand into pieces. Yan Mingde was already his nightmare. Now he hadn't defeated Yan Mingde yet, and now Yan Mingde's son Yan Yu had come. Was he really going to be defeated by the Yan father and son in this life and never be able to turn things around?

"How could Yan Mingde have such a capable son?" Ainuer Xiong'an gnashed his teeth, almost biting his tongue off in anger. "Doesn't he only have two sons? One is the dandy Yan Jun'an, and the other is weak and frail. Weren't those two already eliminated? Where did this one come from?!"

As the think tank and intelligence controller of Ainuerxiong'an, Shaktunan didn't even dare to look up at Ainuerxiong'an at this time. It was obvious that his intelligence was correct, but what went wrong?

"Are you mute? Didn't you hear my question?" Ainuer Xiong'an picked up a book at hand and threw it at Shaktunan.

Shaktunan, who didn't dare to dodge at all, was hit hard. Although the book was not heavy, Ainuer Xiong'an was very strong, so it still hurt when it hit his body.

"Your Highness, this Yan Yu should be the weak son of Yan Mingde. When our people went to assassinate him, they failed and he escaped." These words came out of Shaktunan's mouth, making him feel very ashamed. As a controller of intelligence, it was his dereliction of duty that he did not get the most important information.

"Do you want to listen to what you're saying?" Ainuer Xiong'an was so angry that he laughed. This was the intelligence network he had spent so much energy and money to build? Haha, he really became a huge joke.