The Sickly Scion's Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool Chapter 689 - Chapter 689: Trap (1)

Chapter 689 - Chapter 689: Trap (1)

Chapter 689: Trap (1)

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“I thought you’d forgotten that today is the anniversary of your mother’s death,” the man said in a low voice.

Shangguan Yu lowered his eyes. “I wouldn’t dare to forget.”

The man sneered. “Then why didn’t you make a move when there was such a good opportunity previously? You could have killed him immediately.”

He was referring to the time when Shangguan Pu imprisoned the emperor. At that time, if he secretly killed the emperor, Shangguan Pu would definitely take the opportunity to rise to power. They could naturally stand up and expose his crimes.

“Shangguan Qingyu was saved in advance. If I attack, I’ll only fall into someone else’s trap,” Shangguan Yu explained unhurriedly. “Don’t underestimate Song

Jingchen.”

Shangguan Qingyu was the emperor’s name.

“Heh, how many forces does he have, and how many do you have?” The man flicked his sleeve and turned to look at Shangguan Yu, his face filled with disappointment. “Did I underestimate him, or did you deliberately give him a chance to save someone?”

Shangguan Yu said nothing.

The man continued, “Back then, you said that you wanted to find the private army in his hands and didn’t let me kill him. In the end? The private army wasn’t found, but it gave him a chance to make a comeback.”

The man sighed and reached out to pat his shoulder. “If you continue to be so indecisive, I’ll have to do it myself like two years ago. You should know that everything you have now is given to you by me.”

With that, the man walked around him and left. Halfway through, he stopped.

“I already know what happened today. You’ve done well, but it’s not enough.”

Shangguan Yu’s eyes narrowed. “Foster Father!”

“Have you forgotten who killed your mother? Don’t you want revenge anymore?”

The man’s expression was dark.

Shangguan Yu clenched his fists. “No. I’ve never forgotten it.”

“Hong’er, I taught you. I know you very well.” The man shook his head and continued, “Forget it, she raised you after all. Since you can’t bear to do it, let me do it for you this time. However, don’t disappoint me again in the future.”

Shangguan Yu looked up at the memorial tablet in front of him. Even after more than ten years, the name on it still felt unfamiliar to him. However, it was this person who gave birth to him at the cost of her life. His eyelashes fluttered. “I understand.”

The night was as dark as water. In the waterside pavilion, Shangguan Yu, who was dressed in white, was leaning against a soft couch. There were already many empty wine jars piled up beside the soft couch.

Endless darkness swallowed his face, making it impossible to see his expression.

Lianshan stood guard at the side, trembling from the cold.

Seeing that another jar of wine was empty, he gritted his teeth and mustered his courage to go forward. “Your Highness, you can’t drink anymore.”

Shangguan Yu waved him away and picked up another jar of wine. He said self-deprecatingly, “One only remembers your birthday, while the other only remembers the death anniversary of your biological mother. Tell me, which one treats you more sincerely?”

The wind was too strong, and his voice was too soft for Lianshan to hear clearly. However, he inexplicably felt that His Highness was too pitiful.

Because of this thought, Lian Shan forgot about the gaze he had seen in the day. He s.n.a.t.c.hed the wine jar from Shangguan Yu’s hand and advised earnestly, “Your Highness, you drank too much. I’ll help you back to your room to rest.”

When he realized what he’d done, Lianshan’s heart skipped a beat, and the wine jar in his hand became hot.

Shangguan Yu did not react.

Lianshan was stunned for a moment. He carefully looked over and saw that His Highness’s eyes were closed. He had fallen asleep.

He heaved an inexplicable sigh of relief and quickly got someone to send Shangguan Yu back to his room.

Shangguan Yu had indeed drunk too much and had a dream that shouldn’t have existed in his memories.

“Yu’er, I’m Mother. Call me Mother.” In Kunning Palace, Song Li, who was wearing a phoenix robe, was teasing Little Shangguan Yu, who was learning how to speak.

Little Shangguan Yu, who was sitting in the cradle, reached out for a long time but could not reach it. He called out incoherently, ‘Mom.”

Song Li laughed. “Su Yun, listen quickly. Our Yu’er knows how to call me

Mother.”

She deliberately raised the rattle drum higher to prevent Little Shangguan Yu from succeeding. “Come, Yu’er, call me Mother again.”

Seeing her smile, Little Shangguan Yu also grinned and giggled. He waved his chubby hands and said cooperatively, “Mom.”

“Oh my, why is our Yu’er so obedient? I really cherish you.” Song Li laughed uncontrollably. She stuffed the rattle drum into Little Shangguan Yu’s hand, picked him up, and kissed his face a few times..