578. Chapter 577 Without him, what's the use of this country
Facing Mo Liuxi's rejection, Mo Chun didn't seem to be surprised at all. The reason why he showed him the imperial edict in advance was just to know his answer and reaction.
Mo Chun's eyes were a little disappointed. He looked at his son's haggard and bitter face and said nothing.
I saw Mo Liuxi kneeling down in front of Mo Chun, "Father, my son and I are unfilial. I will never be able to repay your love in this life."
"Is it because of Murong Qiu?"
Mo Chun's eyes looked a little dim, looking at Mo Liuxi, he said in a mute voice.
Mo Liuxi did not deny it, but smiled bitterly, "Father, five years ago, I promised him a life, but he ended up with a disability. Five years later, I want to promise him a life again.
He lost his eyesight for the rest of his life, and his whereabouts are unknown now."
Speaking of this, the guilt and self-blame in his eyes became more intense. Thinking of the person whose life or death was uncertain, his eyes were full of pain.
"Father, for me, if I lose him, even if I gain the whole world, it will be meaningless."
His eyes were red, and the confident and arrogant third prince shed tears in front of his father, "Father, there are others in the world who can protect and show mercy to them, but Murong Qiu only has sons and ministers."
After he kowtowed heavily to Mo Chun several times, he stood up and left from Xianning Hall.
This time, Mo Chun did not stop him or force him. He seemed to have expected such a result and was mentally prepared for it.
"emperor......"
"Burn this edict and draft a new edict."
Looking at his son's leaving figure, Mo Chun sighed heavily, his tone full of solemnity.
One month later——
In a certain fishing village, in the evening, the setting sun hung slanting in the sky, as red as an egg yolk, reflecting the blue clouds in the sky.
"Qiu Yin, aren't you bored just sitting here quietly every day and not talking to anyone?"
The speaker was Lao Zhang, the fisherman who had just returned from fishing in this fishing village. He was also the man who rescued Qiu Yin on his way back from the market in the town that day.
"Uncle Zhang, you are back."
Hearing the voice of his savior, Qiu Yin's plain face showed a smile.
"Well, I came back from catching a big fish today. I'll ask your aunt to make you some soup tonight to replenish your body."
Lao Zhang smiled particularly heartily and was famous for his enthusiasm in the village.
"Thank you, Uncle Zhang."
"Thank you for everything. Today our new emperor in Nanling has ascended the throne, and everyone is celebrating. We, the common people, should also cook a delicious meal to join in the fun."
Uncle Zhang laughed heartily, and Qiu Yin was stunned for a moment because of his words, and then he smiled and said: "So the new emperor ascended the throne today."
"No. Today is the grand day for ascending to the throne. As ordinary people, we shouldn't celebrate it properly."
Uncle Zhang answered as he carried the big fish into the house.
As the sun sets, everyone begins to prepare dinner, with smoke rising from the kitchen stoves.
Qiu Yin sat quietly in the yard of Uncle Zhang's house. He couldn't see the blood-red sunset in the west, but he knew in his heart that the sunset must be infinitely beautiful.
He cast his gaze to the horizon and smiled softly.
At night, in this always quiet and peaceful fishing village, bonfires were set up, and in the distance, fireworks burst into the sky.
The villagers celebrated the newly enthroned emperor and danced around the bonfire, and Qiu Yin was also infected by the festive atmosphere.