PNB Chapter 298 Murong Zhao’s father?
Chapter 298 Murong Zhao’s father?
Meng Nishang has been in a daze these days.
Murong Hongyuan is dead.
Her husband is dead.
The man she loved was killed by the man she loves now.
Although she and Zhao'er had agreed to deal with Murong Hongyuan, she was the one who encouraged Zhao'er to do such a thing quickly. After all, the nights were long and there were many dreams.
But when people really died in front of her, Meng Nichang was afraid.
It turns out that people bleed so much.
It turns out that people will die after bleeding so much.
And, Zhao'er, who was so well-behaved in front of her, could be so indifferent, and even laughed when he drew his sword.
Meng Nishang was sent back by her own children.
Her Zhao'er told the public that she was devastated and needed to rest because of the accidental death of her husband, but in fact she was imprisoned in her own courtyard.
Even the maids were sent away, and Meng Nichang had no way to understand the current situation.
She could only judge the situation from the movements at home.
For example, the sound of the suona outside was so loud now that Meng Nishang could probably guess that today was the day of Murong Hongyuan's funeral.
He died like this.
It turns out that death is so easy.
Meng Nishang supported the wall in despair, closing her eyes and listening to the noise outside.
I don’t know how Zhao’er is doing.
The people at Longyue Pavilion probably didn't make things difficult for him, right?
There shouldn't be anyone in Prince Duan's Mansion who has any objections to Zhao'er, right?
After all, no one knew that Zhao'er was not of Murong Hongyuan's bloodline, and no one would doubt the legitimacy of Zhao'er's ascension to the throne.
At most, they would doubt the cause of Murong Hongyuan's death.
But it doesn't matter. Who would have thought that Zhao'er killed his father?
In the eyes of outsiders, Murong Hongyuan had always admired Zhaoer, and he only had one son.
This position belongs to Zhaoer no matter what. How could Zhaoer take advantage of the position that he is bound to win?
When Murong Zhao came in, he saw his mother-in-law leaning against the railing in a daze.
Probably frightened.
"Mother concubine."
Meng Nishang's eyes moved slightly as she was leaning against the railing.
"Zhao'er is here? Are you tired these days? Is anyone bothering you? What does it say above?"
"Of course no problem."
Meng Nishang breathed a sigh of relief.
"As long as there is no problem, I'm just afraid..."
"What are you afraid of, mother-in-law?"
"I'm afraid that the matter will be leaked."
Meng Nishang whispered: "Zhao'er, you have to know that your current position is based on the premise that you are his only son. If anyone knows that you are not his child, then all our years of hard work will be in vain. "
"What's there to worry about? Even if someone objects, I'll tell them to shut up like that old guy."
Murong Zhao casually muttered a few words to the frightened Meng Nichang, and then immediately returned to the topic: "Concubine, I have a question to ask you."
Meng Nishang, who was still wondering whether Murong Zhao's true identity would be discovered, looked up blankly.
Her omnipotent Zhao'er has something to ask her?
"Of course. What do you want to ask Zhao'er? My mother-in-law must answer them all."
"Who is my father?"
Meng Nishang was silent.
She had no idea that this was what her son wanted to ask.
Although it didn't matter to Murong Zhao who his biological father was, Murong Zhao was still very curious about what kind of person could make his mother and concubine leave her beloved King Qian Duan, and even did not hesitate to put him away after getting together with King Duan. He was born and raised as the prince of the royal family.
Could it be that his biological father was more powerful than Prince Duan's palace?
Meng Nishang opened her mouth hesitantly and then closed it.
How could she explain this?
Could it be that she said, "I really like Murong Hongyuan so much that I begged the gods for mercy. Originally, I just wanted to comfort myself. Who knew that the gods really responded to my wish, and the price I had to pay was to give birth to you?" ?
Zhao'er was worried that she would faint after seeing Murong Hongyuan's death scene, so he locked her up here to calm down. If she really told the truth, would Zhao'er think she was crazy?
no! She doesn't want to be locked up in this yard her whole life!
This is not the life she wants!
She absolutely cannot live like this!
"Zhao'er, your father, your father..."
Murong Zhao patiently waited for Meng Nichang's next words.
Knowing that he must find out the truth today, Meng Nishang closed her eyes helplessly.
"Who is my father?"
"Zhao'er, you don't have a father!"
Murong Zhao, who had been looking forward to it for a long time and even considered whether he might be the emperor's illegitimate son:? ? ? ?
What do you mean?
What does it mean to have no father?
Murong Zhao calmed down for a moment and thought of a possibility.
Murong Zhao, who felt that he had guessed correctly, spoke confidently: "Could it be that my biological father has died?"
Meng Nishang stopped talking.
But Murong Zhao didn't give her a chance to speak, and kept talking to himself: "Is that why you, my concubine, will marry your father? I see, then everything makes sense. For example, why do you love my father so much but let me Go kill him because you don't love him at all! You love the dead man!"
"No, that's not the case."
"Concubine, now I am the most powerful person here, you don't need to be afraid. So, what kind of person was my biological father before he was alive?"
Meng Nishang, unable to interrupt, said weakly: "I don't know."
Murong Zhao:?
Did he think wrong?
In fact, he is a bastard?
"I don't know whose child you are, really. I've only had adult interactions with your father."
Murong Zhao:? !
"Then where did I come from?"
"You were given to me by the gods."
Murong Zhao smiled bitterly: "Concubine, can you stop treating me like a child? How could I believe such coaxing words?"
"No, that's not the case."
"Mother, please tell me the truth. Really, I don't care who my biological father is, nor what kind of person he is, or what kind of power he has. I just want to understand him, that's all. .”
"If possible, I would also like to erect a monument for him. After all, he gave birth to a person like me, Murong Zhao, who deserves to be recorded in the history books!"
After listening to her son talk for a long time, Meng Nichang finally found a chance to interrupt.
"No, Zhao'er, I'm not coaxing you. You are indeed the bloodline of the gods, the child given to me by the gods!"