(MTL)Scumbags also deserve to be whitewashed? [quick wear]

Chapter 49

Chapter 49 The Proton of Using Emotions (3)

    Xu Jiang was startled and called out "Father King", only to realize that something was wrong when he regained his senses, and quickly covered his mouth.

    Her little face was pale, she secretly raised her head and glanced at Xu Du, and then hurried down again, and said in a low voice, "...Your Majesty."

    My father always hated her, and he wanted to call him close, and he wanted to irritate her even more.

    Xu Du looked at Xu Jiang's panicked appearance. It was not like a daughter seeing her father, but it was clearly a mouse seeing a cat.

    He sighed softly, stepped forward, and bent over to help her up.

    "You don't need to be too polite." Xu Du looked at her and said, "You and I are father and daughter, and there is no one else here, so it doesn't matter if you are casual."

    "..."

    Xu Jiang's eyes widened, Persian cat The pupils of the same color were filled with shock, as if standing in front of him were some kind of monster.

    "But it's my father's fault for ignoring you all these years?" Xu Du let go of her hand and said slowly, "Before Xiaomei, your mother came here in a dream and pulled me to cry. She is very worried about you... widowed. I feel ashamed, I have treated you badly over the years, and in the future... I must make up for it."

    If the change is too sudden, it will push her further. At that time, people believed in the theory of ghosts and gods, and using this theory to transition, it would not seem so unobtrusive.

    Sure enough, when Xu Jiang heard him mention his mother who died early, he was speechless and his eyes were red.

    When the Orchid died in childbirth, Xu Jiang had never seen his mother. It's just that every time I'm sad, I always think that if the mother-in-law is still alive, she will be by her side at this time and love herself wholeheartedly... Even if you don't have the kindness of the king and the days are cold, it is far better than being alone.

    "Mother concubine... what does she look like?" Xu Jiang was silent for a while, then hoarsely said.

    After speaking, he was a little apprehensive, and glanced at Xu Du uneasily.

    "She was born beautifully, and you look a lot like her... I may have a portrait of her in my study. When I'm free, the king will find it again and show it to you."

    Xu Du actually didn't know what that Orchid looked like. The original owner of the past was lucky to her on a whim, and then he forgot about it, and he didn't even have a title. He had no choice but to shun this stubble first.

    Xu Jiang nodded again and again. The father and daughter had hardly spoken in the past ten years.

    "Sit down." Xu Du took advantage of the situation and sat down beside the desk, patted the cushion next to him, "Tell me about your father, what book are you reading?"

    Xu Jiang's face turned pale, he knelt down again, and said in a low voice: "Father... Forgive me, Erchen, Erchen..."

    "Oh, why are you kneeling again? Get up quickly." Xu Du sighed, picked up the bamboo slip on the desk, and glanced at it.

    It is a volume of policy treatises. In this era, there were many advisors and strategists, and their precious words were often recorded and compiled into a book for the people of the time to repeatedly refer to and ponder.