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In August, the chrysanthemums were fragrant in the capital city, and Generalissimo Wang Keyu returned to the court, and Emperor Wei welcomed him at the gate of the Chongming Imperial City, giving him enough face.

Such an important scene should not have happened, but the protagonist Wang Keyu is Yazi, so Emperor Chongming allowed Zhuoyu to go with him.Standing behind the princes, Zhuo Yu's eyes fell on Wang Keyu who was wearing silver armor. He hadn't seen him for a few years. At that time, Brother Keyu had become the God of War called Yazi. Every time Zhuo Yu heard about it, he always found it unbelievable. Zhuo Yu was even more in a trance, looking straight at the handsome, murderous man who knelt down towards his father, just in time to see the bright red cinnabar mole between Wang Keyu's eyebrows.Zhuo Yu lowered his head and smiled, only now did he realize that the God of War passed down by word of mouth coincided with the Brother Keyu in his memory.

He was busy for a while, and when it got dark, Zhuoyu didn't have a chance to say a word to Wang Keyu. He was inexplicably lost in his heart when he saw him in the crowd talking to his father and all the officials who were advancing and retreating like a man. Turned back to the bedroom.

In the bedroom, I met the eunuch who was personally serving Concubine Xian. Seeing him coming back, he hurriedly stepped forward and said: "Please greet the sixth prince, the concubine Xian is waiting for the sixth prince to have a meal together."

The virtuous concubine Du Yi was waiting at the gate of the palace, and when he saw his son approaching from a distance, he smiled and greeted him like a father looking forward to his son's return home: "Why is it so late today?"

"I went to the city gate with my father to pick up Brother Keyu," Zhuo Yu replied obediently, "So it's late, father forgive me."

After Du Yi listened silently, he caught a glimpse of his son's listless look. He didn't say anything, and took him back to the palace for dinner. After the meal was over, Du Yiping backed away and said softly, "But what's bothering you? How about listening to Daddy?"

Zhuo Yu shook his head, but Du Yi's worried expression fell into his eyes, and he said again: "Father, don't worry, I'm fine."

"It's fine if nothing happens," Du Yi stretched out his hand, patted his son's head lovingly, and said, "After your 15th birthday party, there was a war on the border. Because of the busy war, your marriage had to be put on hold. It’s been almost [-] years since you’ve been delayed, and now the war is over, and when King Qi comes to the capital to settle the matter, I’ll go and ask your father to promise a good family for you.”

But Zhuo Yu lowered his head after hearing this, and said, "Father, why do I have to marry someone? Even if I want to marry someone, I should marry someone who is amazing and talented."

"Zhuo Yu," Du Yi said in a low voice after hearing this, "Remember, there is only one Yazi like Wang Keyu in the Wei Kingdom, and his current status was bought with blood and life, do you understand?"

Zhuo Yu opened his mouth to argue, but he stopped at Du Yi's stern gaze, and he nodded silently.

Du Yi is the son of Shangshu. Although he was born in the royal family, he suffered all kinds of hardships because of his status as a son. Although his biological mother loves him, she often complains, saying that she gave birth to a useless son. If they meet each other, I'm afraid that Du Yi's life will be the fate of a concubine from a small family.Emperor Chongming is a wise emperor, but he also loves beauty in the harem. Du Yi is not a peerless appearance. For his own well-being, he has always been considerate in front of Emperor Chongming. He has never disobeyed him. He does not fight or grab. Living in seclusion, what Emperor Chongming loves is also his character of not fighting or grabbing. After giving birth to Zhuoyu, he is no longer qualified to compete for the heir. The concubines in the palace are also kinder to him, and life naturally gets better and better.

But Du Yi never dared to slack off, only when his only child was entrusted, could he let go of his high-hanging heart.

Although Zhuo Yu was mischievous and headstrong, he spoke his own words. Du Yi patted the back of his son's hand and comforted him with a smile: "Yu'er, don't feel wronged. This sub-marshal of the Prime Minister Wang's family won the battle, and now the status of Wei Guo's sub-son depends on you." As a result, we have borrowed his light, your father is very happy, father went to beg him to give you a young talent."

Zhuo Yu forced a smile.

Later Zhuoyu met his young talent, that young talent was an unexpected person, Zhuoyu loved him, and even went mad for him, but Zhuoyu never expected that he would lose all his love all.