Chapter 299: Father, Please Give Me Another Son
Great Wei is on the path to decline, but it will once again welcome an era of prosperity and peace more than two hundred years later.
—This has been Emperor Wei’s unwavering belief ever since he gained the mind-reading ability and learned of Wei Yu’s origins.
He has a premonition that Great Wei will one day see national tranquility and a peaceful, flourishing society, and he also knows that for this day to come, the next heir to the throne must be Wei Yu!
Apart from Wei Yu, no one else in this world can inherit the will to bring about such a golden age.
—
Wei Yu has a lot to say to his father.
But when it comes time to speak, he finds himself unable to.
Because he knows his father is not wrong.
No.
The various state policies and plans are now set, and his father trusts that Wei Yu will willingly carry them out. But would the next emperor unconditionally choose to trust him?
That’s difficult.
Wei Yu is certain that even if his close Eighth Brother succeeds the throne, over time their trust will wear thin through the passage of days and months. People change.
Even he himself has become indifferent to everything, yet who would have thought that he was once considered a genius?
Wei Yu fell silent, staring at his father’s stern face.
He sat on the floor—the coldness of the floor seeped through his clothes—but still couldn’t compare to the warmth of his father’s hand resting on his head.
The aging emperor bowed his head, placing a hand on the young man’s head, his usually steady gaze reflecting the deep love of a father for his son.
This was probably the first time Emperor Wei had ever patted Wei Yu’s head.
His hand moved lightly down from the top of his hairpiece—not too heavy, not too light—and he slowly said, “I know, even if I do not say it, you understand the reason behind certain matters, don’t you?”
This is an emperor who holds the power of life and death, a man born to be supreme; how could he not understand his father’s long-standing attitude toward him?
It’s simply that his father doesn’t want to lay everything out openly.
Wei Yu silently leaned against his father’s leg and rubbed it lightly.
Alright, he admitted it—the old man hadn’t been very good before, but a father’s love for his son, even if disguised, will show inadvertently…
He forgave his father’s previous suspicion.
Emperor Wei gently patted his head again.
He looked up, gazing outside the palace through the doors and windows, and a hint of melancholy showed in his dignified eyes.
“…You are better than I was at your age.”
Wei Yu lifted his eyes.
“Back then, the former emperor had seven sons; I was third—neither eldest nor the legitimate heir… I know that in the early years of my reign, court officials said in private that I had ‘picked up’ the throne… But I didn’t care, that was the truth. My brothers—some died vying for the succession, some went mad, some were disabled… Eventually, the former emperor only had me left. Apart from passing the throne to me, to whom else could he pass it?”
Emperor Wei let out a breath and looked down at Wei Yu.
“I have never experienced brotherly love, but paternal affection—I feel it deeply.”
He stared intently into Wei Yu’s eyes and said gravely,
“All my sons, I know your temperaments well. I know you can tolerate your elder brothers, and even find them the best positions!”
“But Wei Yu, do you know that with what you are doing now, if any of your brothers were to ascend this throne, would they tolerate you the same way?”
Wei Yu pressed his lips together.
“…If they really cannot tolerate me, I could exile myself to Youzhou.”
“Can you truly let go of those who trust and likes you so?” Emperor Wei quickly countered.
This time, Wei Yu did not argue.
He himself could be a carefree wealthy man, who could walk away when things got tough, but those whom he brought back could never be dragged down by him.
Responsibility—such a simple word, yet heavy as Mount Tai on the shoulders.
Emperor Wei sighed.
“I am your father, your emperor. If it weren’t because it must be you, why would I force you so? You become Crown Prince, your brothers will meet good ends, talents across the land will be able to flourish, and the people will no longer live muddled lives. Don’t you want to see the peaceful and prosperous age you create with your own hands?”
Wei Yu said nothing.
These words seemed all too familiar!
His mood had been gloomy, but this familiar “CPU strategy” suddenly snapped Wei Yu back to attention.
He looked at his serious father and deadpanned,
“Dad, your skills at bluffing are really improving.”
Emperor Wei: …
The warmth was overturned; the emperor expressionlessly withdrew his hand.
“So? I only ask whether you agree or not.”
Wei Yu sighed bitterly.
He really did not want to be emperor!
Just the thought of being trapped inside the palace for the rest of his life made him feel suffocated.
When your office and bedroom are in the same place, no matter how luxurious your clothes and food, living there too long must drive anyone depressed!
Wei Yu struggled,
“Can’t someone else take the throne? Actually, Eighth Brother has a good temperament—we can cultivate him!”
Emperor Wei: “Are you sure your other brothers would accept Old Eight?”
Wei Yu: “…That’s assuming they accept me.”
Emperor Wei shot him a meaningful glance.
Wei Yu fell silent.
To be honest, shamelessly speaking, he probably did have more support from his brothers than Eighth Brother did.
Seeing Wei Yu wracking his brains sitting on the floor, Emperor Wei chuckled and leisurely raised his teacup.
“You’d better stop thinking about such nonsense. If there really was another person like you in this world, I might consider it.”
Huh?
Suddenly a bright idea flashed in Wei Yu’s mind; his eyes lit up and he sat upright, excitedly looking at his father, shouting—
“Dad, why don’t you give me another son!”
Emperor Wei: ???
*Pft—*
The tea he had just swallowed was spat out as Emperor Wei started coughing, his old face turning red.
“You brat! Cough… cough… what nonsense are you talking about!”
Wei Yu quickly stood and began rubbing his father’s back.
“Don’t get worked up. Really, I’ve thought about it: I can be Crown Prince, but you need to have another Imperial Younger Brother for me…”
Emperor Wei stared at him, still coughing hard.
“Then when the tenth brother arrives, I will personally educate him. I will treat him just like my own son—I’ll even change his diapers… I promise I’ll teach him to become an outstanding talent like me—one of a kind! Really!”
Having poured out his idea in one breath, Wei Yu’s eyes sparkled with expectation as he looked at his father.
[Dad, you’re still strong and vigorous—please consider it, ok?]
Emperor Wei didn’t want to consider.
He just wanted to give this unfilial son a good whack!
“What Imperial Younger Brother? Why don’t you find a woman and have your own child?”
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