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"You? Of course you are your parents' child." The emperor actually started acting like a rogue, holding his teacup and saying nonchalantly.

“You are my father.” Song Wenyang looked at him steadily, not as a question, but as a statement of certainty.

"You silly child, how can you randomly claim any father?" The Emperor was once again impressed by his straightforwardness. Indeed, he had character!

"Why don't you want me?" Song Wenyang asked again.

"I..." The emperor really didn't know what to say. Was it really a good idea to put the problem out there so bluntly?

"Fine, if you don't want to talk about it, then don't." Song Wenyang lowered his eyes, looking listless.

"Good child, don't think too much. Don't worry, I will definitely remove the curse from you," the Emperor said.

"No need. Life and death are in the hands of fate. Your Majesty should not concern yourself with the affairs of a commoner." Song Wenyang emphasized the words "commoner" and "affairs," as if afraid that the emperor would not know that he disliked him.

"I'm not doing this for you. Years ago, I issued an edict banning the use of witchcraft. I never imagined that someone would dare to use it. I will definitely find this person. For both reason and duty, I must help you." The emperor spoke of conditions he thought he couldn't refuse, but to Song Wenyang, they sounded full of holes.

"Your Majesty, the Second Prince requests an audience." The voice of Eunuch Su rang out from outside the side hall, breaking the silence inside.

"Let him wait outside," the Emperor replied.

If you look at Song Wenyang alone, he just seems familiar. But if Song Wenyang and the Emperor stand together, anyone with eyes can see that they look alike. To avoid trouble, the Emperor had no choice but to have the Second Prince wait outside.

"I'm afraid His Highness is already impatient, so I'll take my leave now," Song Wenyang said after rising and bowing.

"Alright, alright, you may leave. Have Eunuch Su at the door give you the prescription and the medicine." The Emperor waved his hand. Today, this child had been pressing him relentlessly, and he was finding it difficult to handle the situation.

"By the way, my mother's death might also have been due to being poisoned by a curse." Song Wenyang parted his thin lips slightly, leaving the emperor with another bombshell. He felt extremely relieved looking at the emperor's shocked expression.

"Brother Song, Father Emperor summoned me to dine with Mother Consort, which is why I left you alone in the side hall. How is it? Father Emperor didn't make things difficult for you, did he?" The Second Prince looked Song Wenyang up and down and, seeing that he was no different from when he arrived, felt relieved.

"It's alright, Brother Rong, there's no need to worry. This isn't the place to talk, let's go back and discuss it." Song Wenyang maintained a polite smile throughout.

"Young master, this is your prescription. I will deliver the medicine to your residence shortly." Eunuch Su trotted forward and respectfully handed over the prescription.

Song Wenyang didn't care about the belated prescription or the Tianshan snow lotus, but then she thought, why not take it? For the sake of her health, she endured it.

"Thank you, Eunuch Su. Please send the medicinal herbs to the Second Prince's residence. It's not convenient for me to do so."

"Yes." Having spent many years in the palace, Eunuch Su had long since become a shrewd and experienced person. He wisely refrained from asking why.

"Not bad, Brother Song, you actually managed to persuade my father to treat your illness. I was still thinking about how to bring it up! Now I don't have to say anything." After Eunuch Su returned, the Second Prince patted Song Wenyang on the shoulder and said.

The two walked side by side toward the palace gates.

The two of them were so harmonious, but it worried the emperor, who was secretly watching from a side hall.

"Aren't these two getting along a little too well? Could it be that he's interested in the second brother? That won't do, they're brothers..."

While the Emperor was troubled in the side hall, Song Wenyang, after bidding farewell to the Second Prince, lay on his bed in his own courtyard, lost in thought.

“I am the emperor’s son? Then there’s a reason why they treated me this way.”

"No wonder my father doesn't care about me; perhaps he's already suspected it."

"No wonder I always felt that my grandmother's love for me was an act. It turns out I wasn't overthinking it; it was real."

As Song Wenyang pondered, tears streamed down his face. Everything he had experienced in his previous life now had an explanation.

The emperor, equally distressed, lay on his bed, lost in thought. He recalled his youth, when he was the third prince, an unfavored son of the late emperor. His mother was also unloved and constantly bullied by the empress. While everyone else looked down on them, only Xin Yue did not despise him.

The two of them went to see the peach blossoms in the spring. Xin Yue danced in the peach grove, and he played the flute. A spring breeze blew by, and peach blossoms fell on Xin Yue's face, and also on his heart.

They went to escape the summer heat, and it was the first time he had ever seen such a large sea. Xin Yue even pushed him into the sea, and his disheveled appearance made her laugh out loud.

In the autumn, they hunted and raced horses together. Although Xin Yue was a woman, he was no match for her in horse racing. Watching her run freely on the grassland, he secretly made up his mind that he would marry no one but her in this life.

On New Year's Day, they watched fireworks together, and he made a wish upon the fireworks, hoping that Xinyue would always be by his side. It was also on that night that they unexpectedly conceived a child.

But his good fortune didn't last long. His mother was murdered by the Empress. Before she died, his mother said to him, "My son, I only hoped that you would be a carefree prince. But I did nothing and she killed me! You must avenge me. I have already chosen a princess for you. Only by marrying her can you stand up to the Empress's family."

He was torn between his beloved woman and his tragically deceased mother. He tried to persuade Xin Yue to agree to let him marry the prince's wife, and then take her as his concubine after the matter was settled.

But Xin Yue said, "I'd rather be a wife of a humble family than a concubine of a powerful one." After saying that, she turned around and married Song Bai.

The second month after their marriage, he heard that Xin Yue was pregnant. Now, looking back, could the child be his? He was unwilling to give up and wanted to go to the Song residence to find out the truth, but Song Bai stopped him outside the mansion.

"Xin Yue is already my wife. If the Third Prince does not want her to become a laughing stock in the capital, it would be best if he did not come again."

"But what if the child in her belly is mine?" he asked, still unwilling to give up.

“Xin Yue is already my wife, and the child in her belly will only be my child, Song Bai’s child!” After saying that, Song Bai pushed him out the door.

He turned around and saw a beautiful figure hiding behind a pillar, her hand still supporting her not-yet-protruding belly.

Later, he successfully ascended the throne. Seeing the loving relationship between Song Bai and his wife, he gradually began to convince himself that the child in Xin Yue's belly might be Song Bai's, because no man would want to marry a pregnant woman.

"It was my fault... Xin Yue, you must hate me so much..." The Emperor recalled the past, and tears streamed down his face.