Gifted Bride of the Sinned Prince

Lóng Wei stepped out of the room and saw Su Yichen. He handed him that lantern and walked past him when Qiu Qizhen stopped him.

“Where are you leaving at this hour? Stay the night here,” he requested Lóng Wei.

“I do not want to,” Lóng Wei said and again resumed walking when Qizhen ran after him. He held his arm and told him not to leave in such heavy rain.

“Why do you care?” Lóng Wei questioned him and grabbed Qizhen by his collar. “Why do you care if I go alive out of here or not? Huh?”

Su Yichen ran in their direction and asked Lóng Wei to behave this way with his own father.

“I feel so pathetic today. In the end, I didn’t get the answers that I desired. Yuze told me that I would find the reasons to forgive you two. But I am unable to. I hate my life,” Lóng Wei said and he broke down into tears.

Lóng Wei had not cried in a long time. It had been so many years since he last cried.

Su Yichen was stunned to see Lóng Wei’s sudden breakdown. He had heard that he was made of steel. Wherever he went, he made people cry.

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Perhaps, he was in front of his father and he could not control his tears. Su Yichen realized that he must leave the father and son alone. So, he silently left from there. But he kept the lantern there.

Qiu Qizhen hugged his son. That warm feeling of embracing his child was the most precious thing to him. He didn’t get the opportunity to hold Lóng Wei when he was born. His hand patted and caressed Lóng Wei’s back.

“I didn’t want to kill my mother. But she left me with no option. I hated her. I told this myself all the time, but I could not either see her suffer along with me. One of us must have survived. She forced me to kill her and I had to do that. Because it was unbearable for her. I wished to change that night. Why she didn’t trust me? If she had told me once that the palace isn’t for us in her loving tone, I would have left it without even questioning. But she chose to make me hate her.”

Lóng Wei cried profusely in his father’s arms. He emptied his heart. The heaviness in his chest which he bore all these years.

After knowing the truth about how Qiu Zedong forced Yu Jun into everything, Lóng Wei got cleared up. But he still didn’t want to go against him. Why? Because he had been upset with Qizhen. Only he knew how scared he got when Qiu Zedong told him to find Qizhen and bring him to the palace.

Lóng Wei cried for more than thirty minutes. He let out his frustration to let out those tears. When he withdrew from Qizhen’s embrace, he wiped the tears from the pad of his fingers.

Qizhen could not either hold his tears back seeing Lóng Wei cry. He took a deep breath in and put an arm around Lóng Wei’s shoulder. He turned to go in with his son and picked up the lantern.

“Thank you for bringing this,” Qizhen said and he tilted his head. Lóng Wei didn’t say a word. He wanted to cry more, but he was embarrassed too.

He never showed this side to anyone, not even Li Hua. Then, how could he fall weak in front of the man whom he met after twenty years?

He fiddled with his finger as they reached the room. Qizhen placed the lantern on the table and made Lóng Wei sit on the chair. “I will be back soon. Wait for me,” Qizhen said and left.

Lóng Wei once again looked around the room. It was spacious and then his eyes fell on his mother’s portrait. More tears rolled down his cheek.

“Are you happy? You should have run away the moment His Majesty summoned you. You should have done everything to the best of your capabilities so that your son would not have dared to take your life,” Lóng Wei mumbled and lowered his head.

He stood up and went close to the wall, where the portrait was hanging. He extended his hand out and ran his fingers through the portrait. “I miss you,” Lóng Wei confessed. “I could not get the last message you left for me,” he whispered and his forehead rested against her portrait.

He continuously banged it against the portrait. Gradually, he sat down with his head on the wall and closed his eyes.

Qiu Qizhen looked from the other side at his son. That sight had completely shaken him off. He rubbed his eyes and talked to himself in his mind.

‘Yu Jun, our son ended up suffering a lot. I wonder how you witnessed his coldness every single day. As much as he loves you, he hates you too. It all happened because of me. I promise you that I will turn everything right.’

He observed Lóng Wei looked like a lifeless body and he again approached him. However, he first filled a glass of water and then took it to Lóng Wei.

He sat on the floor next to Lóng Wei and handed him the glass.

“Drink the water,” Qiu Qizhen softly said.

“I don’t want to,” Lóng Wei said and threw the glass away in anger.

As much as serene Qiu Qizhen was, Lóng Wei was violent.

“I will go to the palace and surrender before the King,” Qiu Qizhen stated. Lóng Wei instantly looked at him.

“I want you to have a peaceful life. Qiu Zedong is using you against me. The last thing I can do for my son is to tell Qiu Zedong what he wanted to hear all these years,” Qiu Qizhen asserted.