Qin Mufeng has always wanted to talk to the old marquis about his role as Minister of Revenue. He was delayed before because of his relationship with Yun Xi.

The emperor's attitude towards him just now made him even more eager to talk to his father.

For some reason, he felt a little uneasy.

And he firmly believed that his father could help him.

"Father, my son asks you for advice if you have something to do."

The old marquis glanced at him: "If it was the affairs of the Ministry of Revenue, you don't need to say it."

Qin Mufeng knew that he wanted to avoid suspicion, but he still felt uncomfortable when he heard it for the first time. He thought he was used to it, but the fact taught him another lesson.

"The father was too worried, and the son asked something else."

Qin Han was silent. Just when Qin Mufeng thought he would refuse, he suddenly sighed: "Speak up what's the matter."

A slight sense of love was found in the stiff tone.

This made Qin Mufeng swallow all the words that he prepared to convince him in advance.

It's abnormal, too abnormal.

He suspected that he was dazzled just now, otherwise how could he see that he had been praying for years of care in his father's usual serious and rigid eyes, cold and cold eyes?

This is ridiculous.

Qin Mufeng seriously suspected that he was influenced by the emotions of the emperor.

Seeing that he had not spoken for a long time, Qin Han couldn't help but frown.

Qin Mufeng suddenly let go of his heart. Look, this is his father. He must have been dazzled just now.

He calmed down and said, "Father, let's go to the study to talk."

Qin Han glanced at him with complicated eyes, and turned around and walked towards the study.

Qin Mufeng couldn't understand what his glance meant, so he followed him with doubts.

Close the door of the study room, and the father and son sat opposite each other.

Qin Mufeng felt a little nervous when he thought of what he was going to ask next.

"Cough cough." Qin Han cleared his throat and spoke first.

"What's the matter, tell me?" A simple and capable sentence is his style.

To be precise, it is his style to the son Qin Mufeng.

Qin Mufeng knew that this father Hou was still willing to say a few more words to other brothers and sisters.

Thinking of this, my heart felt bitter again.

He suppressed the sadness in his heart and subconsciously tried to make himself look more obedient.

"Father, you don't actually hate your mother, right?"

"I saw a portrait of your mother hiding under the table."

"You and her are not like what grandmother told her to her son, right?"

He closed the words Qin Han wanted to refute when he first heard it in a few words.

Qin Mufeng looked at his changed face and felt a trace of sick pleasure in his heart.

It seems that the grievances I have suffered over the years have suddenly found an opportunity to take revenge.

His mood was a little complicated, and the pleasure of revenge and anxiety were entangled.

Just when he thought Qin Han would compromise in a mess, the other party roared at him like crazy.

"Who asked you to enter my study privately and touch my things?"

Qin Mufeng was stunned for a moment because of this sudden roar. The next second he saw his always steady father with his own eyes, and hurriedly opened the drawer under the table.

The panic in his eyes shocked Qin Mufeng so much that he couldn't speak.

Qin Han trembled with wrinkled hands and gently took out the portrait hidden under the drawer.

That cautious look, as if the painting in your hand is a treasure that will be broken into pieces when touched.

Qin Mufeng's heart trembled. This was the first time he had witnessed his mother's status in his father's heart.

It is not enough to describe it as a treasure.

But why? The sourness that surged in his heart almost drowned him.

Since my father loves his mother so much, why is it worthless to slander her in front of everyone?

Why did he treat himself, who was born to his mother for life, this way?

What are the true things my grandmother told me? And what are the false things?

Many detailed questions accumulated into a heavy mountain that seemed to crush him to death.

Qin Han spread the portrait and repeatedly confirmed that the portrait was intact and breathed a sigh of relief.

Only then did he realize that his son's tone seemed to be heavier.

While carefully putting away the painting, he thought about what expressions and tone to face his son for a while.

Also, why did he suddenly ask such a question?

When Qin Mufeng saw him sigh, his whole body seemed to have grown a lot older.

His heart thumped and he suddenly gave in.

"Feng'er, what you asked is all my own private affairs and has nothing to do with you and your mother."

"For the sake of your mother's good, and for your own good. Don't mention it in front of anyone else in the future."

Qin Han's earnest words made Qin Mufeng's confusion grow bigger and bigger like a snowball.

"Why? How can this be your private matter? I am your son, and my mother is you..."

Qin Mufeng's words came to an abrupt end. What's right? The deep-rooted things will explode from their minds.

"You are a smart kid and you should know that I will not harm you."

What Qin Mufeng’s mind was still blown up in his word “I”.

He stared at the man who had been in front of him with wide eyes and calmly and self-righteously calling himself a father for more than 20 years.

He moved his mouth and found his voice for a while.

"Are you my father?" The words he said were trembling without even notice.

Qin Han's eyes almost turned completely red in an instant, and the dull sound was something Qin Mufeng could no longer be familiar with.

"In my heart, you will always be my son."

This was like directly confirming the guess in Qin Mufeng's mind. With a bang, he was completely stunned.

He wanted to say something, but found that his throat was dry and astringent and he couldn't speak at all.

"You have to remember every word your grandmother told you so that you can be worthy of your mother."

Why?

Who is my father?

Why did my mother take me to stay in the backyard of Anlehou Mansion?

Why remember my grandmother’s lies?

Qin Mufeng has countless questions to ask?

Qin Han blocked all his questions first.

"Your grandmother won't harm you, and I won't harm you. If you get into this study today, you will rot in your stomach."

"Don't ask anything or check anything. The time has come. With your intelligence, you can guess it even if no one says it."

Qin Mufeng stood up in a daze and walked out. Before leaving the study, he heard Qin Han say apologetically: "Child, it's not my intention to treat you for so many years. I have to do it. I hope you don't blame me."

Qin Mufeng did not respond and silently closed the door.

A heart that was indescribable sourness and complexity, he raised his hand to apply it to his cheeks, and the hands were cold.

It turns out that he actually cried?

He doesn't know what the truth is. He won't make a decision easily if he doesn't blame him.

Some places in my heart feel relaxed, and some places seem to be even more blocked...

Chapter completed!