The sword energy was fierce, the waves fierce, pressing down so hard it was hard to breathe.
Long Chen was startled and was about to fight back, when suddenly Yu Qianxue's jade-like hand grabbed his arm and pulled him out.
"Just watch!" Yu Qianxue said.
"Clang"
Zhu Yifeng reacted swiftly, wielding his long blade and slashing fiercely. With a loud explosion, sparks flew, and then, like a rolling gourd, he was blasted out from inside the gate.
"Unfilial son, you're progressing too slowly. Watch your sword!"
A cold shout rang out. A woman wielding a golden sword, stirring up a fierce wind, charged at Zhu Yifeng.
"What's going on?"
Long Chen was stunned.
"What else could it be? Frustrated with the iron but not growing up, this guy has been slacking off, unwilling to endure hardship, unable to deliver a satisfactory answer. It would be a miracle if he didn't get dealt with." Yu Qianxue, on the other hand, remained very calm. Watching Zhu Yifeng slaughtered in a state of slaughter, she remained completely indifferent, as if she was used to it.
Long Chen immediately understood. No wonder Zhu Yifeng wanted him and Yu Qianxue to accompany him—it was to bolster his courage and plead for him later.
Zhu Yifeng's mother swung her long sword, each move ruthless, aiming straight at Zhu Yifeng. Zhu Yifeng was forced to scream wildly, only able to defend himself, unable to fight back.
Long Chen couldn't help but sigh, "A loving mother's sword in hand, a wanderer's body strikes—every move threatens lives, every sword strikes with critical strikes!" "
Shut up."
Zhu Yifeng's mother suddenly shouted angrily, followed by a miserable scream as she was blasted away by the sword. Looking at Zhu Yifeng, she saw dozens of wounds of various sizes on her body. Although blood was oozing out, it was clear she had held back.
But despite showing mercy, his wounds bled and his robe stained red, making him look quite frightening.
Zhu Yifeng stood up, not daring to make a sound, seemingly very afraid of his mother, lowering his head and not daring to look at her.
"He's my biological son. I can discipline him however I want. Why do you need to meddle?" Zhu Yifeng's mother looked coldly at Long Chen and said.
Zhu Yifeng's mother looked to be in her thirties, dressed in tight clothes, looking heroic and heroic, a woman no less than men.
"Don't even say it's your own child—you can't hit a wild one like that, can you? Just because you gave him life doesn't mean you have the right to control his fate, does it? Long Chen said helplessly.
"Who are you?" Zhu Yifeng's mother sized up Long Chen from head to toe and realized that Long Chen was a stranger.
"He's my recognized big brother. My big brother is really something. With him backing me, I don't have to worry about anyone bullying me." Zhu Yifeng finally mustered up his courage and hid behind Long Chen as if he had found a powerful backing.
"Big brother?" You're a dignified prince, yet you recognize your big brother outside. You really have some ambition, huh? Zhu Yifeng's mother was furious.
Zhu Yifeng: "Mother..."
"Don't call me mother." Zhu Yifeng's mother snapped angrily.
"Then you should call me Big Sister!" Long Chen said speechlessly.
Zhu Yifeng: "Big sister..."
"I'll beat you to death, you little bastard..." Zhu Yifeng's mother hadn't expected Zhu Yifeng to actually dare to call him that, and was so angry she reached out to hit him.
"Senior, why bother with this?" Long Chen hurriedly stopped him, not wanting to watch Zhu Yifeng get beaten up. After all, he was still his brother-in-law from now on.
"What's the point? He refused to cultivate diligently, wasting his prime years, failing to improve, and wasting his time.
Look at Qianxue, so hardworking and hardworking. Look at yourself—you're nothing but a coward. Zhu Yifeng's mother said angrily.
"You can't blame Yifeng for this; it might be hereditary." Long Chen forced a smile.
"Are you saying His Majesty isn't strong enough?" Zhu Yifeng's mother said coldly.
"Or maybe it's up to you." Long Chen said with a smile.
"You ..."
"Don't be so serious, I'm just joking. Yifeng might be a late bloomer, and no one can see the future. Maybe Yifeng will suddenly grow up in the future?" Long Chen said with a smile.
"Exactly, I'm weak right now, maybe because my opportunity hasn't arrived yet." With Long Chen speaking up for him, Zhu Yifeng grew bolder.
"Is that your excuse for laziness?" Zhu Yifeng's mother snapped angrily.
"Alright, alright, senior, please calm down. Yifeng is right. For a strong person to become strong, there must be an opportunity to become one.
Forcing him to the brink is not a solution. You may force him for a while, but not forever. In the end, you have to walk your own path, and the bitter wine you brew will have to be swallowed by yourself.
Everyone has their own opportunities and fortune; everything should be done with fate and cannot be forced.
If you complain that he is unwilling to improve and compare him to other outstanding princes and princesses, does that mean he can also compare you to two empresses, or to powerhouses above the Celestial Venerable?
If you are strong enough, does he still need to work hard to cultivate? So, in any situation, we can't just judge others from our own perspective, right? Everyone pursues different goals, making it hard to say who is right and who is wrong. Long Chen smiled apologetically.
Zhu Yifeng's mother was stunned, not expecting Long Chen to say such philosophical words. Thinking carefully, she had indeed been forcing Zhu Yifeng all these years.
Although Zhu Yifeng was already outstanding, as a prince, he had to be better than others. This was the helplessness of the imperial family.
But if she calmed down and thought about it, if Zhu Yifeng wasn't outstanding enough, then was she, as a mother, truly outstanding?
Thinking of this, his anger subsided considerably, and he said to Zhu Yifeng, "Come here!" Zhu
Yifeng shivered in fear, thinking his mother was about to deal with him again, but he didn't dare to come over, so he had no choice but to grit his teeth and step forward.
Seeing Zhu Yifeng's frightened expression, she would have been even angrier in the past. But now, she felt a trace of guilt and softly said, "Come, Mother has prepared a new dress for you, sewn by my own hands for you."
From today on, I won't force you anymore. You are my son, not a tool I use to realize my dreams or compete with others.
Actually, in Mother's heart, you have always been her lifeline. Please don't hate her, okay? As
she spoke, she helped Zhu Yifeng change into a new dress. Zhu Yifeng had never heard such gentle words in his life, and tears welled up uncontrollably:
"Mother."
Zhu Yifeng's mother's eyes were also filled with excitement. Ever since Zhu Yifeng grew up, the distance between them had grown wider. Zhu Yifeng feared her more than he loved her, and now, with just this word 'mother,' the bond between mother and son had been restored.
"Good child, don't cry. The banquet is coming soon. Quickly tidy up your appearance, so you don't dislike your father." Zhu Yifeng's mother wiped his tears, comforted him, and helped him tidy up his appearance.
Seeing Zhu Yifeng and his mother's expression, Yu Qianxue stared blanklyLost in thought, as if lost in distant memories.
"Don't worry, since Yifeng calls me 'big brother,' I definitely won't treat him unfairly. He'll grow up." Long Chen patted his chest and said.
Just as Zhu Yifeng's mother was about to speak, a bell suddenly rang.
"Let's hurry up, the state banquet is about to begin."