Xiang Minghou stared blankly at the top of the bed, his mother's expression holding a knife flashed through his mind, and until now he still trembled at the thought.
While he was sleeping, he seemed to have had a long, long dream. In the dream, there was his father, mother, and younger brother. It was the day his father died. It rained heavily at night, and he was pushed to the bottom of the well in the backyard.
The water overflowed his head, and he screamed for help. When he was about to suffocate, he saw a figure appearing at the mouth of the well...
The people on the well just looked at him. The rain was too heavy and his vision was blurred. He couldn't see the other person's figure clearly. He could only hear the laughter of the wise man...
When the well water was about to swallow him, a bolt of lightning passed by, and the figure at the mouth of the well looked ferocious. That face... that face...
Xiang Minghou shuddered all over, it was her mother.
He was indeed pushed down the well on the day his father died. The figure he saw before he fell into coma, he thought it was his imagination after he was rescued, but he never thought that the figure was his mother.
This dream was so real that it overlapped with the scene in his memory.
Was the person at the entrance of the well that time her...
Xiang Minghou's suppressed breathing difficulty, regardless of whether the dream was true or false, was enough to frighten him to the extreme.
Such a family gave him chills.
Xiang Minghou also laughed when he heard this, pulled at the wound, and groaned.
"Dad, don't move or laugh. You can't make any big moves now." Ye Qianning pouted.
As the sound rang, Ye Qianning opened the door and entered the house.
He would never let his daughter go through such an experience.
Xiang Minghou shook his head. Resigning from the clan was the best choice. Since she didn't regard him as her son, then... let's give him up.
Xiang Minghou thought about it and already had a plan in mind.
"Dad, you're awake, how do you feel?" Ye Qianning stood with her hands just enough to rest on the edge of the bed.
"Retire from the clan."
"I was dreaming. I dreamed that Daddy woke up and Pang Tuan came. I didn't expect that Daddy really wanted to wake up." Ye Qianning rubbed her eyes with a smile on her face.
Xiang Minghou stretched out his hand, grabbed her chubby little hand, and said in a weak voice: "Everything is fine, you still come here so late."
In a trance, Xiang Minghou heard a soft and waxy voice.
"General." Rowan stepped forward.
"General, what do you want?" Luo Wen was confused.
Turning to Marquis Ming, the little baby had already run away from the bed.
Luo Wen was surprised at first, and then understood. However, clan withdrawal is very serious in Beili, and not having clan status will make people look down upon.
"Ahem...you go to Zhuzhou tomorrow, please...please ask the family leader to come to Kyoto." Xiang Minghou said.
"Okay." Xiang Minghou responded.
"Rowan."
Xiang Minghou thought of her mother's attitude and apologized a little: "Don't worry, Fat Tuan. With dad here, he will definitely not let you suffer any injustice."
The sound drove away the chill in his body and gradually calmed the fear in his heart.
Ye Qianning held his hand tightly with her backhand and was silent for a moment before saying, "Dad, I just heard you and Luo Wen talking."
"Daddy."
"General, don't you think about it?"
"Daddy."
Thinking of the white cheeks and the bright smile of the villain, a touch of tenacity arose in his heart. Too many things happened to him in his childhood, which often woke him up in the middle of the night.
"With dad here, I won't feel wronged."
"Dad actually knows everything, but he just doesn't want to face it. Now dad is completely sober."
"None of this is dad's fault. It's not his fault to retreat from the clan." Ye Qianning knew how important it was to retreat from the ancestors in ancient times. If they wanted to retreat, it was them who retreated. Why should dad retreat?
Xiang Minghou sighed weakly: "Father has decided. Tomorrow I will report to the emperor to take over the general's residence."
