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The atmosphere inside the main hall was tense.

Faced with Chu Huaizhong's rebuttal, Jun Xuanche remained relentless, turning to him with righteous indignation and speaking with unwavering conviction:

"General Chu, I understand your concerns, but please rest assured, if Yao'er becomes my principal wife,"

"I will dedicate my whole life to protecting her, loving her, and respecting her."

His words were full of promises for the future, but to Chu Huaizhong, these promises were as thin as paper, easily torn apart.

Chu Huaizhong was so angry that his face turned pale. He knew perfectly well that although Jun Xuanche's words were sincere, he was actually taking advantage of Chu Xingyao's deep affection.

He coldly retorted, "My daughter is young and ignorant. If she causes any trouble for the Prince of Yan, I will personally visit her another day to apologize."

His words carried a hint of sarcasm, as if to say:

"You think you can fool me with such a simple trick?"

Jun Xuanche sneered, his words carrying a threat:

"General Chu, do you know that this is the Hall of Supreme Harmony? You are committing the crime of deceiving the emperor."

He seemed to be reminding Chu Huaizhong that this was the emperor's territory, not a place where he could run wild.

Inside the Hall of Supreme Harmony, Chu Huaizhong stood tall and straight, his voice loud and firm, resounding throughout the hall:

"Your Majesty, what this old minister said is true and insightful. My daughter has indeed not found anyone she likes."

His words were forceful and clear, as if he wanted to etch every word into the marble floor of the hall, making it an indestructible truth.

However, beneath his resolute exterior lies a completely different story:

"She is the apple of my eye, Chu Huaizhong's eye. If I say she has no one she loves, then she has no one."

"Even if it exists, we will never allow others to covet it."

"You'll only marry my darling once the sun sets in the west and the sea dries up and the rocks crumble."

A fierce fire burned in his heart—a father's deep protection and intense possessiveness towards his daughter.

Emperor Changping's eyes were sharp and discerning. He looked at Chu Huaizhong, a knowing glint in his eyes, and said softly:

"Minister Chu, I am well aware of your affection for Xingyao, but it is only natural for a girl to come of age, marry, and become an adult."

His voice was calm, yet carried an irresistible authority.

Inside the Hall of Supreme Harmony, Chu Huaizhong was extremely anxious. He was determined not to let his precious child fall into the hands of that beast.

So he resolutely used his trump card.

He suddenly knelt down and kowtowed three times to the emperor.

Bruising and fresh wounds mingled on his forehead, tears mixed with blood, dripping onto the marble floor of the Hall of Supreme Harmony with a crisp sound.

His lament was like a sharp knife, cutting through the hard shell in everyone's hearts and revealing the softest part inside.

But he ignored all of that and immediately began to cry and complain:

"Your Majesty, this old minister has spent half his life on the battlefield, constantly licking blood from the edge of a knife."

"Whenever my life hangs by a thread, I think of the Emperor's boundless grace. This old minister cannot fail the Emperor's trust, nor can I betray my beloved child..."

Chu Huaizhong's voice was hoarse and trembling, each word seeming to be squeezed out from the depths of his soul.

His words revealed not only his concern for his daughter, but also his loyalty to the emperor and his love for the country.

Emperor Changping looked at the old general, a complex emotion welling up in his heart.

He remembered the days when he fought alongside Chu Huaizhong.

I remember Chu Huaizhong's bravery on the battlefield, and I also remember his loyalty in sacrificing everything for the country.

The emperor was also deeply saddened. He said softly, "Minister Chu, please stop crying. I know your loyalty."

Eunuch Li hurriedly stepped forward, gently handing over a brocade handkerchief, followed by a chair and stool.

However, Chu Huaizhong remained steadfast as a rock, refusing to budge an inch.

He knew that getting up now would mean all his previous efforts were in vain, so he burst into tears, sobbing even more bitterly:

"Your Majesty, when I was stationed on the border, I was struck by an arrow and nearly lost my life."

After saying this, he trembled as he unfastened his battle robe, revealing the hideous scar.

That was not only a mark of the battlefield, but also a testament to his deep affection for his daughter.

“Your Majesty, look at this scar. It is my loyalty to the country and my concern for my precious child.”

Chu Huaizhong's voice choked with emotion, and his eyes glistened with tears, reflecting both his reminiscence of the past and his anxieties about the future.

"That night, I lay in my tent, the excruciating pain from the poisoned arrow almost making me give up my last chance of survival."

His voice was low and deep, as if he had returned to that life-or-death night.

"The army doctor also said that this old minister wouldn't survive the night. At that time, besides the Emperor, this old minister had only one belief,"

"This old minister cannot, does not want to, and dares not die."

His eyes were filled with determination and resolve.

"In my entire life, I have only one daughter, my precious baby. I cherish her more than my own life."

Chu Huaizhong's voice was filled with boundless fatherly love.

“My precious child is still waiting for me at home. How can I bear to leave her alone and helpless in this world?”

His tears slid down, dripping onto the marble floor with a crisp sound.

“When she was little, I wasn’t by her side and couldn’t give her enough fatherly love, which led to her having a serious illness when she was eight years old,”

"Although I survived by the skin of my teeth, I have lost all my memories."

Chu Huaizhong's voice was filled with deep self-reproach and pain.

I secretly swore then and there that I would pull through. I cannot die; I cannot let my precious child be bullied because he has no father.

Every word he spoke struck the hearts of everyone present like a heavy hammer blow.

"To return to my beloved's side, this old minister endured three days and three nights without eating, drinking, or sleeping,"

"Until the Valley Master of Heavenly Medicine arrived and saved me."

Chu Huaizhong's voice grew softer and softer, but every word he uttered struck the hearts of everyone present like a heavy hammer blow.

In the main hall, Chu Huaizhong's lament was like a tragic battle song.

It tells the story of a father’s deep love for his daughter and his profound worries about the future.

Every tear he shed touched the hearts of everyone present.

These usually fierce and unyielding military generals revealed the softest side of their humanity at this moment.

They may be fearless on the battlefield, but they are just as vulnerable when faced with the bonds of family.

Emperor Changping listened silently, his eyes rippling like waves in a deep pool.

He knew Chu Huaizhong's loyalty and felt his deep affection as a father even more profoundly.

In my memory, the anxious and desperate look in Chu Huaizhong's eyes when Chu Xingyao was seriously ill is still vivid in my mind.

The Emperor said softly, "Minister Chu, I have seen and remembered your loyalty and fatherly love."

His voice was gentle yet powerful, like a spring breeze brushing across a frozen lake, warm yet dignified.

Chu Huaizhong's cries echoed through the magnificent hall.

His robust physique appeared somewhat frail at this moment, and his words carried a hint of helplessness and determination.

"Your Majesty, for those three days and three nights, I could not sleep at all, my mind filled with countless thoughts."