"In this palace, on the surface I am your son, but in fact, everyone knows that I am no different than a slave. How do I qualify?"
Hearing what he said, Xuanyuan Liuche was stunned.
But he didn't have the slightest pity. Instead, he narrowed his eyes and scolded coldly: "Are you blaming me for being unfair to you?"
"Fair? Haha~~" Xuanyuan Wenqi finally laughed out loud. He felt that he was facing the biggest joke in the world.
"Since childhood, when has your father been fair to your son? When he was young, your son saw that his elder brother Wentai was ill. Father, you were extremely anxious and took good care of him."
"My son also wanted that kind of care, so I ran out into the rain and made myself sick, but you, my father, didn't even look at my son!"
"Every year when Brother Wentai celebrates his birthday, you give him the most expensive gift. No matter how busy you are, you still have to celebrate his birthday. But what about me? I'm afraid, Father, you don't even remember when your son's birthday is?"
"Gradually, I became numb. I told myself in my heart: You don't have the love of your father, so you can't get sick and you don't have a birthday."
...
In your memory, did this son grow up like this?
His words and tears made Xuanyuan Liuche confused.
But soon, he was helpless: everyone came to blame him, everyone wanted his care! So, who really cared about him?
"Wen Qi, what's in the past is in the past, what's the use of talking about it now?" He sighed immediately.
How many people does he owe in this life?
Although I have long been numb.
But at this moment, no matter how many grievances he said, his father was still so calm and did not feel any pity for himself.
Xuanyuan Wenqi was still sad.
He forced himself to calm down and continued to ignore it.
"My son said this because he wants to beg you, my father, to face up to your son's opinions once and take back your decision to bury Concubine Li! Just this time, just once!"