Such a way of getting along should not be something a mother and son should have.

Finally, more than two hours later, the car stopped outside the palace of King Phileosi.

The car slowly drove into the palace, and Felia looked at the scenery passing by outside the window, and her expression gradually became nervous.

For this home that she had left for more than 20 years, Phyllia did not have the joy and excitement she should have when she returned home, and even her eyes were full of hatred and disgust for this place...

The car finally stopped in front of one of the ancient castles with a strong Western flavor in the palace.

Tang Qixie got out of the car, closed the car door and entered the castle under the guidance of his servant.

But Philea in another car has not gotten out of the car for a long time.

Tang Qixie ignored her and walked in on his own.

Under the guidance of the attendant, Tang Qixie met the king, Phileosi.

Felio Si, who was writing about handling national affairs in the study, looked up at Tang Qixie who had not seen for a year.

"Here you come!"

"Well, if the king has nothing to do, I will go down and rest first." Tang Qixie's attitude towards this man who should have called him uncle was the same coldness compared to treating Philea.

"Every year, I have said these two words." Philippe lowered his pen, stood up and came to Tang Qixie.

Tang Qixie looked at the face that looked like his eyes in front of him, and there was no sense of intimacy.

His memory of this man only lasted for those three years when he was a child.

At that time, he had not yet married the Tang family of the imperial capital with Phyllia. At that time, he would call the man in front of him like a child from an ordinary family.

But this man has always been lukewarm with him, and even often looks at him with eyes that he can't understand.

He still remembers that he almost fell down when he was drunk. He ran over to support him, but he almost broke his neck.

At that time, his mother, Phyllia, stood outside the door and watched the scene coldly...

He struggled, leaning his hands around his neck hard, and kicking his feet weakly in the air, but no matter how hard he struggled, it was useless.

He looked at Philea standing at the door and begged her for help, but Philea just looked coldly...

He even saw excitement in her eyes...

From then on, he did not dare to get close to this man, let alone call him again.

It was from that time that he realized that his mother, Philea, didn't love him at all.

He heard the word "father" from Phileosi's children, and turned the book to know what his father represents.

So he asked Philea where his father was with anticipation, but all he got was her slap.

Another time, he drew a man on paper with a pen and wrote the word "father" next to the person he drew.

Later, she was seen by Philea, and she kneaded the paper into a ball in front of him, threw it into the trash can, and roared, "You don't have a father."

Later he became disliked and often locked himself in the room.

He often lay by the window, watching his uncle's children and servants play in the venue, but never join them...

Even when he eats, he eats alone in his room, and he often can not go out for a week...

During those three years, the one he had contacted the most every day were the servants who served him.

He once asked the servants who his father was and where could he find him.

However, they said they didn't know...
Chapter completed!