In the past twenty years, the Prime Minister has been wrong about this matter once, but there is no way to reverse it. Why can’t he think about it a little more or... start over?

This is a hard work, and it takes twenty years to force each other. How much torture should the heart suffer?

Prime Minister Jun's eyes were red when he heard Madam Cheng's crying.

If he did the things back then, he would still make this choice because... the overall situation is in the present, and he is in this situation. Besides this, what other choice can he make?

If he had given a person's life to exchange for decades of peace in the entire mainland, he felt it was worth it!

Mrs. Jun closed her eyes tightly, as if she didn't listen, but her trembling long eyelashes meant that she was actually emotional.

Jun Molin clenched his fists and looked at his father and mother in front of him. He had doubts about these things, nor did he not think about checking them, but... he didn't know why, and he didn't ask someone to check them. Now that he has reached this point, he thought... it's time to check them carefully.

Mrs. Jun's body gradually trembled, and she held the bedding tightly with her long fingers. It took her a long time... She opened her cold eyes and looked at Prime Minister Jun calmly. When hatred came out, she burst into tears.

"How do I forgive? How do I forgive a person with such cruel means?"

Prime Minister Jun looked at his wife who had always been beautiful on the bed, and his heart ached as if it had been exploded.

Jun Molin looked at this scene quietly, turned around and left with a deep face.

The Prime Minister looked helplessly at his son's departure, and his fists trembled continuously when he looked at Mrs. Jun.

"Zhuoxue, we are not young anymore, and half of our lives have passed. Let it go, okay?"

Twenty years have passed after going around in circles, how many twenty years are there in life?

"After these things are settled, I will give you my life and I will apologize to you."

"I don't want you to thank you for any sin. I just want you to return him to me."

When the word "he" overflowed with red lips, Prime Minister Jun felt that he had been cut into pieces...

"Why do you treat him like this? Why don't you let me take a look at him? Why do you let him die?"

Madam Cheng's face was already pale, and she could not help crying while covering her lips.

That was something that happened nearly twenty years ago. Until now, Prime Minister Jun has not told Mrs. Jun why she did that.

A mother, who has worked hard to conceive for ten months, was taken away by her husband just after she was born.

Then he brought back another baby boy and asked her to raise him as her son. Which mother could accept it?

so.

Since then, Mrs. Jun has never said a word to Prime Minister Jun again, never pillowed with the same bed, nor had she had another meal.

She hated Prime Minister and also hated Jun Molin!

In Mrs. Jun's opinion, all these disasters were brought about by Jun Molin. If it weren't for him, his son would not have died.

That was her only child!

For the past twenty years, she has been eating vegetarian food and chanting Buddha's name, in order to save her children, and to let him find a good mother and reincarnate into a good family in the next life.

"Zhuoxue, do you know what Mo'er is?"

"I don't care what his identity is. Even if you take him back, I can accept it with both children together, but you can't kill my son."

Prime Minister Jun closed his eyes in pain. He also wanted to raise two children together, but all emperors in the world knew that Mrs. Jun had only one child in her womb, so how could she have two sons?

"You have passed the blood from my son to him and covered his breath. Do you think he will become my son in this way?"

Mrs. Jun asked questions one by one, like a sharp arrow, piercing into his heart one by one.

If he has a choice, he will never hurt his son.

"Where did you bury my son? Can you tell me? I want to go to worship."

For so many years, she has been asking Jun where the body of Prime Minister’s son is. Although it has become the past of time, she also wants to go and see it.

Prime Minister Jun looked at his wife who was sick and sighed.

"I don't know whether he was taken away or whether he was life or death."

Mrs. Jun suddenly raised her face, and light spilled out of her eyes. She didn't care about the injuries on her body and wanted to get up. Madam Cheng hurried forward and stopped her.

But she became excited and fell out of bed and asked anxiously.

"He wasn't dead, didn't he?"

...

On the roof.

Jun Molin's face was gloomy and terrifying. He listened to all this quietly, listening to the shrill and sad crying from Mrs. Jun in the wing room.

Until this moment.

He was sure what he was thinking, that he... was indeed not the son of the Jun Mansion.

So.

Where did the real Junfu Master go? Who is his real identity? Where did the powerful force in his body come from?

so.

My mother tried every means to stop Su Luoluo from entering the gate of Jun Mansion because she was afraid that she would follow her footsteps? Otherwise, she would not say that there would be no happiness to marry into Jun Mansion.

She did not hate Su Luoluo, but wanted to push Su Luoluo out of Jun Mansion, a place of right and wrong.

The night is filled with gloomy and gloomy.

A pigeon flew over and landed in Jun Molin's hand. Jun Molin had a gloomy face, took off the letter, and then flew out of Jun's mansion like a flying eagle.

Standing at the gate of Jun Mansion, several black figures suddenly appeared, densely packed, and knelt on one knee to salute.

"People's Lord."

Jun Molin raised his cold eyes slightly, sweeping away the whole audience. When his domineering aura surged, the sadness in his eyes quickly disappeared. When he lifted his robe, Jun Molin was as arrogant as the emperor in the world. A subordinate stepped forward and said aloud.

"Peace Lord, Tian Qing chased Princess Changning, but the princess rode a silver wolf, and was astonishingly fast. I'm afraid they would still be one step behind."

...

At this moment, Su Luoluo was taking the little emperor's uncle to leaps in the jungle. The silver wolf could see at night and even ran faster than during the day. The little emperor hugged Su Luoluo tightly, not only not feeling tired, but also energetic.

Looking for a safe place, they set fire, tired in the silver wolf's arms, and fell asleep in their arms.

The next day is dawn.

The silver wolf had already muttered the prey to her, and Su Luoluo quickly stood up to sort out the prey, but the little uncle had learned to make a fire...

Sunrise and sunset.

When you encounter a good scenery, Su Luoluo will stop for a while, take him to see the scenery, and tell him some strange flowers and plants.

When encountering a killer, the little emperor would quickly rush to Silver Wolf and Su Luoluo would solve the problem by herself.

"Uncle Xiaohuang, if you are tired, I will find a family and foster you, okay?"

Su Luoluo asked Xiaohuang uncle with a smile, of course she would not foster his uncle at any home, and she could not trust anyone.

"I am not tired, I will join you in battle and kill the enemy."

The little emperor stood up quickly, raised his little chest, and looked very majestic with the dagger in his hand. Su Luoluo laughed, picked him up and turned over to the wolf, and ran away.

The golden sun shines, and darkness is dark in the red.

However, after just a few days of training, their movements became more and more like wolves, and they became more and more agile and rapid.

...

Finally on the early morning of the sixth day.

Su Luoluo led the little emperor to the city wall of the Fire City. Looking at the tightly guarded appearance there, Su Luoluo frowned slightly.
Chapter completed!