Quickly Wear The Face Of The Devil

FOD Chap 15.2

Even more ridiculous, the Gong Prince's final words to him were complaints, saying that everything he did was a last resort, if Zhou Yun Sheng hadn't stolen his favorite woman, and repeatedly tried to assassinate him in suspicion and jealously, he wouldn't have embarked on this path of killing his brother to usurp the throne, he was forced. Then he wept mournfully as he beheaded his brother.

As his head was sent flying, Zhou Yun Sheng desperately wanted to shout – I was forced too! He was an excellent example of an Inapt Emperor, what was he doing fighting to death with his brother nine years his junior? Even when his younger brother grew into adulthood, he had no way to shake his throne. The only reason he repeatedly tried to assassinate the Gong Prince was because he had to complete the system's missions. After all, what kind of villain would he be if he didn't plot against the male and female leads?

Scenes from the past sliding in front of him like a screen, Zhou Yun Sheng waved, "Wait upon me as I change my clothes." He really should rest early, because tomorrow, he was likely to meet his lover in the imperial court. He had already guessed the man's identity, and his heart was full of expectations.

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The next day, the war heroes excitedly stood in the imperial court to receive rewards. Sure enough, Zhou Yun Sheng felt his lover's presence amongst them, he looked at them one by one, then his pupils couldn't help but darken gloomily.

How can it be him? His heart was stirring with stormy waves, but his expression didn't change, he bestowed upon the heroes all the rewards they deserved.

The travel worn war heroes knelt and gave thanks, their eyes filled with undisguised happiness. Only a simple and honest looking teenager soundlessly opened his mouth, tweaking his ears and scratching his cheeks, obviously flustered.

Seeing this familiar scene, Zhou Yun Sheng smiled pleasantly, he gestured to the teenager and asked, "My , do you have something to say?"

"This small official is so bold as to beg Your Majesty to exchange this small official's reward." That teenager kneeled and cupped his hands, his cheeks pale white, obviously very nervous.

"Oh, are you dissatisfied with my reward?" Zhou Yun Sheng clearly knew the reason, but he really wanted to tease him.

"This small official would not dare! Please Your Majesty, this small official begs you to listen to his story." The boy's pale cheeks quickly tinted purple, his lips trembling as he quickly explained his circumstances. He was not dissatisfied with the reward, he just wanted to exchange his promotion to a high official for a title for his dead mother. He was originally a common born son from the Wu Chang March, his mother's rank was low, but she was as beautiful as a flower, so she was often bullied by the first wife, and died of illness when he was eleven years old. Standing by her death bed, he vowed that he would earn a title for his mother and bring it back, so she could have a little bit of honor under the Yellow springs.

Of course, Zhou Yun Sheng had learned this inside story when he and the teenager gradually grew closer.

Seeking a title for his dead mother, this devotion to filial piety was something no one in Da Qi would scorn. Zhou Yun Sheng waved his generous hand, approving the exchange, and thoroughly praised the teenager. As for the status of the first son of Marquess Wu Chang and the Marchioness, Zhou Yun Sheng said that he was too busy with court affairs, and had no free time to pay attention to them. If they also wanted a title, their sons had to earn it.

Seeing the hour growing late, he waved his hand to announce a withdrawal from the court, deliberately asking the teenager and Zhao Xuan to remain.