Chapter 42
Chen Manor.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
Chen Beihe lay on the bed, his face looking a little thin.
In the room, Chen Yubian, Xu Yuzhi, Chen Longxiang, Huang Wan, and Su Ming were guarding the bed.
"Northern River, come, drink some medicine. You haven't seen Longxiang's child being born yet.”
Huang Wan held a bowl of medicine and forced a smile.
"It's useless. I know my own body.”
Chen Beihe grinned and said,""I married a good wife in this life and gave birth to a promising son and grandson. I don't seem to have any regrets in this life.”
"Father, don't talk anymore. Have a good rest.”
Chen Yu said softly as his hair turned white.
"Don't bother about me."
Chen Beihe glanced at him.
Back then, he only had one thought for his child, and that was to take a step further than him and sit on the position of the Guardian.
Who knew that the heavens would play a huge joke on him.
His own son had actually become the Xuanwu commander of the North Town Governor!
It made him famous in the capital these few years and received the flattery of countless people.
His colleagues who had conflicts with him in the past had to lower their heads when they saw him, afraid that he would ask their sons to make things difficult for them.
Sometimes, it was like this. Isn't it a different way of revenge to live better and more glorious than others?
"Su Ming, come here."
Chen Beihe cast a glance at Su Ming, who was standing in the distance.
"Uncle!"
Su Ming smiled as he walked to the bed.
He knew very well that Chen Beihe was like a candle in the wind. If he wasn't careful, he might be extinguished.
Even he was powerless against it.
Birth, old age, illness, and death, this was the fate that everyone could not escape.
This person who had treated him so well was now on his deathbed.
"Cough cough."
Chen Beihe coughed heavily and forced a smile.
As he looked at Su Ming's Golden Flying Fish Robe and his handsome and young face, Chen Beihe could not help but remember standing before a group of teenagers twenty something years ago.
Su Ming stood in the crowd. Even if he was wearing a crude and simple robe, his handsome face still made him stand out among the crowd.
Twenty years had passed in an instant, and he was about to reach the end of his life.
It was just that this nephew in front of him was clearly almost forty years old, but he looked about the same age as his grandson.
Su Ming might be wearing the Golden Flying Fish Robe, but he gave off an incredibly refined aura. This was the first time he had done so, even for the Northern Garrison Governor.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
Chen Beihe smiled and said,""Su Ming, if you want to talk about regrets, you're the one I find the most difficult to deal with in my life.”
"If you let me go down there, how are you going to tell your parents?”
"What a waste of this good skin. You're already so old, but you don't even have a child.”
Su Ming smiled and listened quietly. He did not speak.
"Sigh!"
Chen Beihe sighed and closed his eyes.
He could feel a deep sense of fatigue coming from his body, making him want to have a good sleep.
At this moment, he could not help but recall those memorable moments over the years.
He recalled the scene of his son and Xu Yuzhi in the arena many years ago.
His son was clearly about to encounter a life-and-death crisis, but he was saved by a mysterious person.
That mysterious person had never shown himself, but he was able to save Chen Yubian without batting an eyelid. One could imagine that the other party's cultivation was very shocking.
Not long after, Chengyang faced the biggest crisis in the past thirty years. The leader of the Carefree Sect advanced to the Half-Saint Realm and was about to ascend to the throne.
At that time, he knew that his child was in the palace, so he almost ran for his life.
Even if he had to use his life to exchange for his son's life, he was willing!
However, what he saw shocked him. His son actually stood in front of the emperor and pulled out the Embroidered Spring Sword from a Half-Saint expert.
How could he save his son from a Half-Saint?
At that moment, all his hopes were crushed. In fact, he was even thinking that it would be great if his son was just like Su Ming. He might be a mediocre person, but he would still be safe and would not bring about any disaster.
Then he saw his son swing his sword at Wang Xiao.
Then, Chen Yubian seemed to have been possessed. With just one slash, the entire palace was split into two halves. Wang Xiao, a Half-Saint expert, also lost an arm.
Such astonishing combat strength reminded Chen Beihe of the mysterious man who had once saved his son's life in the arena.
Who would save his son one after another?
Then, a golden dragon shot out from Chen Yubian's palm and expanded with the wind, killing Wang Xiao in one fell swoop.
With just two moves, the Half-Saint expert was reduced to ashes.
From that moment on, the Chen family became the new rich in the capital. Countless matchmakers almost stepped on the Chen family's doorstep.
He remembered that he had been on field duty several times and encountered enemies who were stronger than him, but they dropped the ball at the critical moment and were killed by him.
Who could it be that spared no effort to help the Chen family, but did not reveal their strength?
As he lay on his deathbed, Su Ming's young face flashed past his mind.
Was it him?
He was just a person without any talent in martial arts. How could he become a Saint?
Chen Beihe murmured to himself.
However, Su Ming's face became clearer in his mind.
If he wasn't a Saint, how could he maintain his appearance of being in his twenties all these years?
Chen Beihe's mind seemed to have been struck by lightning.
Only Su Ming would spare no effort in helping Chen Clan!
"Looks like the most correct thing I, Chen Beihe, have done all these years is to treat Su Ming like a son."
Chen Beihe stopped breathing and tears flowed down from the corner of his eyes.
"Uncle, thank you. Have a good journey!”
Su Ming lifted his head and took a deep breath as he mumbled in his heart.
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