I Regret It!
At this moment, the entire world seemed to have been muted.
Everyone who saw this scene fell silent.
In the Royal Court of the Yue Clan.
The Monarch of the Yue Nation looked up at the scene above his head.
He watched as the seven-year-old youth endured unimaginable pain to save the world and lost the most important twenty years of his life!
He was thinking.
Fortunately, Great Qin wanted to get rid of this Ninth Prince Ying Ziye!
Otherwise, if the strong-willed Ying Ziye was allowed to live…
He couldn't imagine what kind of terrifying enemy the Yue Family would face in the future!
People who were cruel to others were not heroes.
Only people who were ruthless to themselves were feared!
The seven-year-old Ying Ziye had left an indelible impression in the heart of the Yue Family Monarch.
The Holy Land of the scholarly faction.
The current sect leader, Fu Sheng, looked up at the scene in the sky.
He was silent for a moment.
Suddenly, he opened his palm and a brush suddenly appeared in his palm.
He waved his hand and a piece of white paper appeared in the air.
Holding the brush, Fu Sheng immediately wrote: " Great Qin's Ninth Young Master Ying Ziye, seven years old. To save the world, he offered twenty years of his life. His heart is commendable. The Confucians want to invite him to enter the Merit Obelisk. Please make a decision..."
A moment later.
All the words disappeared.
Not long after, a word slowly appeared.
"Yes!"
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At the execution ground.
Some heartbroken whimpers began to sound.
The women and children couldn't bear to look up at the pain that the skinny young man was enduring.
Many men clenched their fists.
Even though in their hearts, Ying Ziye was still a villain who had committed many crimes.
But at this moment, the seven-year-old Ying Ziye was a hero in their hearts!
They wouldn't deny the seven-year-old Ying Ziye just because of his evil deeds!
"Where's the wine? Where's the wine?"
Ying Zheng's hoarse voice suddenly woke Zhang Han up.
Zhang Han hurriedly turned his head and saw that the wine jar that Ying Zheng was holding had been broken by Ying Zheng's fingers because he had used too much force.
The wine had already been drained.
As for His Majesty Qin Shi Huang, because his gaze never left the seven-year-old Ying Ziye, he didn't notice it at all.
Zhang Han quickly opened another jar of wine and handed it to Ying Zheng.
Ying Zheng took the wine jar, but did not drink it.
He just stared at his seven-year-old son and said in a hoarse voice,"Tell me, how did he endure such pain at that time?”
"He's only seven years old!"
"I lost twenty years of my life!”
"He was only seven years old, but he lost three times his life back then.”
"His teeth are chattering in pain, and his entire body is trembling.”
"But he didn't make a sound. Why didn't he cry out in pain?”
Zhang Han was silent.
He did not know how to answer.
He could not imagine what kind of willpower a seven-year-old child needed to withstand all of this.
At the very least, he doubted if he could be as strong as Ying Ziye.
"At that time, His Highness was the best in the world.”
Zhang Han was silent for a long time before he finally spoke.
Ying Zheng nodded.
"Of course, among all the princes of the past dynasties, who has a heart as big as my son's? Who has a stronger will than my son?"
"But…"
"No one knows," Ying Zheng said in a low voice.”
"No one knows how much he has sacrificed!”
"The commoners don't know."
"I, as a father, I don't know either.”
"I didn't know that he had suffered so much. I didn't know that he had sacrificed so much. I even punished him and was extremely disappointed in him…"
Every word Ying Zheng said…
It was as if a needle had pierced his heart.
It was so painful that he felt as if thousands of arrows were piercing his heart.
It was so painful that he felt as if his bones were being corroded.
This was an emperor who had always been filled with dignity and made people fear him.
At this moment, he could no longer maintain his dignity.
He was like an ordinary father who blamed his son wrongly and regretted it in his heart.
He really regretted it.
No matter how many things Ying Ziye had done to make him sad and disappointed, he would not be able to do it.
But at least this matter.
Ying Zheng knew that he was wrong.
It was ridiculously wrong!
How wrong!
His son had sacrificed so much for the sake of the world!
It was fine if others misunderstood.
He was a father, but he still misunderstood his own child.
He recalled what he had said to Ying Ziye and the punishment he had given him.
Ying Zheng's heart ached even more.
Zhang Han was a little worried about Ying Zheng, so he couldn't help but say,""Your Majesty, don't say anymore. Your Majesty didn't know about this at that time.”
Ying Zheng raised his head and gulped down a mouthful of wine.
"Not knowing is not an excuse or a reason.”
His heart ached as he looked at his son's skinny figure, trembling in pain.
"In the end, I still don't trust him," he said in a hoarse voice.”
"I didn't even give him a chance to explain.”
"I'm used to being confident. I thought that everything was under my control and I couldn't be wrong!”
"But in the end…"
Ying Zheng could not continue.
His heart was filled with regret, and it was difficult for him to express it.
His gaze landed on the high platform.
It landed on his son, whose back was straight but was wearing a prison uniform.
"He must have been very disappointed in me at that time, right?" Ying Zheng murmured.”
"He must be very sad."
"He sacrificed so much for the people of the world and for me.”
"But in the end, he was cursed by the world and blamed by me.”
"Zhang Han, can you imagine?"
" A seven-year-old child who sacrificed so much and thought that he had done a good deed was abandoned and cursed by the entire world. How sad would he be? How painful will it be?"
Zhang Han fell silent again.
He couldn't imagine it.
He didn't even dare to imagine it.
He didn't dare to put himself in Ying Ziye's position.
He only thought about it for a moment, but he felt that breathing was painful.
He was misunderstood by the entire world.
Zhang Han felt that for the seven-year-old Ying Ziye, perhaps that kind of pain was even more painful than the pain of stripping away his lifespan?
Zhang Han took a deep breath.
"We were all wrong at that time.”
"Everyone is wrong."
"None of us are right.”
Ying Zheng did not say anything else.
He only looked at his seven-year-old son.
He clenched his fists tightly. His fingernails were dripping with blood, and a heart-wrenching pain appeared.
It seemed that only this could make him feel that he could get closer to the seven-year-old Ying Ziye.
It could make up for the regret in his heart.
This self-confident and domineering emperor who stood at the peak of the world for thousands of years.
For the first time in his life, he regretted what he had done in the past.
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