There are countless handsome men in the world, so the host can change them every day if he wants.

But his already exhausted body couldn't fall asleep after returning to the small courtyard.

Looking at the familiar furnishings before him, Mo Chen felt a pang of sadness. This was the place where he grew up, and he loved every blade of grass and every piece of furniture here. He moved out after he grew up and hadn't been back for a long time.

But everything here is exactly the same as when he was here, without even a speck of dust, so it must be cleaned every day.

But he didn't understand. Didn't his mother and father dislike him? Why would they arrange for someone to clean his yard? Mo Chen walked around the house and accidentally saw a box. He opened it out of curiosity.

But they found that it was full of his toys from when he was a child. Some were given to him by Mo Xuan, some by his father, and some by his mother. Each one was kept in good condition. There was also a large box next to it, which was full of his clothes from when he was a child. Each piece was washed clean and folded neatly.

Mo Chen's eyes suddenly reddened. He didn't understand why she would do these things if she didn't like him.

"Chen'er, you must be tired from your journey. Why haven't you rested yet?"

"Mother?" Mo Chen looked at his mother, who was holding a tray outside the door, with some surprise.

"Why is Mother here?" Mo Chen quickly got up and invited his mother into the house.

"Bai Ru said you were injured, and I was worried, so I came to check on you. How is your injury?" Qingyin placed the tray on the table.

She had just asked Bai Ru, and they should have arrived much earlier, but Mo Chen developed a high fever halfway there, and the fever didn't subside even after taking medicine, so they found a place to rest for a few days.

"Thank you for your concern, Mother. I'm fine!" Mo Chen's face was expressionless, but he was wondering to himself, what does this mean?

Did they come to demand an explanation? To seek justice for Mo Xuan? Or to punish themselves?

"Chen'er, it's your mother's fault. I've neglected you all these years, which is why you've become like this. This is also my first time being a mother, and I haven't done many things well enough. I apologize to you."

Xuan'er was born so small and thin that he almost didn't survive. So your father and I naturally paid more attention to him. But your mother forgot that you are also a child and that you also need your father's and mother's love.

Over the years, your mother has neglected you. I'm sorry. But Chen'er, your mother and father both love you. You and Xuan'er are the same in our hearts; you are both my sons. How could I not love you?

Qingyin held Mochen's hand, her eyes red as she spoke each word clearly. It was indeed her fault; if she hadn't neglected Chen'er, he wouldn't have ended up like this.

"Mother, you..." Mo Chen's eyes also reddened. He hadn't spoken to his mother like this in a long time. In the past, his mother always spoke to Mo Xuan with such a gentle tone.

"Chen'er, are you willing to forgive your mother? Let your mother make it up to you properly, okay?" Qingyin finished speaking, and tears fell down her face.

“Mother, you said that in your heart, I am the same as Mo Xuan? But why did you pass that position to him without saying a word? If we are the same, why didn’t you even give me a chance? I suppose he is more important to you and Father?” Mo Chen smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Chen'er, who told you that I was going to pass that position to Xuan'er?" Qingyin was taken aback. How come she didn't know about this?

"Isn't that right? I heard you tell Father that day that you wanted to pass the position to Mo Xuan." That day, he was happily going to pay his respects to his father and mother, but he overheard them talking about this.

"You only heard the beginning, not the end, right?" Qingyin sighed.

"I did discuss this matter with your father that day, and I did consider passing the position to Xuan'er because I felt he was physically weak and needed a powerful identity to protect himself, while you are excellent in every way. With your help, you two brothers will get better and better, but you didn't hear the rest."

You excel in every aspect and are capable of shouldering great responsibilities, but you are too ruthless in your actions. While it's true that being too merciful isn't ideal for someone in this position, your style of handling things has indeed gone too far. You and Xuan'er each have your own strengths and weaknesses, so your father and I have decided to observe you further and then listen to your respective opinions before making a final decision.

We haven't decided to pass that position to anyone yet. After all, this isn't a game. I need to be responsible for everyone in Ruoshui City, and I can't betray the Demon Lord's trust!

“Even if it’s not certain now, it will be in the future. After all, in your hearts he is wonderful in every way, while I am not even worth a single finger of his!” Mo Chen lowered his head, not wanting his mother to see his vulnerability.

"Silly child, what nonsense are you talking about? You and Xuan'er are both my children. Which one of you is worse than the other? Xuan'er is calm and his style of doing things is indeed quite capable, but he is unreasonable and does everything according to his own wishes. This is fine for an ordinary family's child, but it is not acceptable for a demon king."

You are excellent in every way—clear-headed, decisive, but perhaps ruthless. As a demon king, one must be ruthless to control one's subordinates, but being too ruthless can backfire. So, you two brothers each have your own strengths and weaknesses. I haven't decided who it is. If you want to sit in that position, then you should earn people's trust through your own efforts, instead of thinking that if Xuan'er is gone, the position will be yours.

Chen'er, you must understand one thing: although I am your mother, I am also the Demon King. If neither of you brothers can meet my requirements in the end, I will choose a suitable candidate from elsewhere. Although I am the Demon King and this position can be inherited, it does not necessarily have to be chosen from either of you brothers. Do you understand?

"If I cannot be responsible for the people of this city, and cannot bear the responsibility of being a demon king, even if you were my sons, I would not choose you. Just like a mother, if I cannot be a good mother, you two brothers will turn against each other. If I cannot be a good demon king, then this city will be in chaos."

Qingyin knew that she was a failed mother, and it was pointless for her to say these things at this point, but she still wanted to try to make amends.

"Mother..."

Mo Xuan suddenly raised his head. Had he been misunderstanding his mother all along? Had his mother not considered him?

"Silly child, drink your medicine and get some rest. We can talk about it tomorrow!"