The same New Year's Eve, in Daliao, Shangjing.

The Yu Wangfu was decorated with lanterns and banners, and the whole household was filled with joy and celebration.

“Congratulations, Your Highness, congratulations, Your Highness. The Crown Princess has given birth to a son, bringing double happiness to the Yu Wangfu.”

The midwife emerged from the Yu Wangfei's quarters, cradling a baby swaddled in a brocade blanket, and greeted the middle-aged man standing at the door with congratulations.

Tuoba Yufu had a square face covered in a thick beard. His flushed cheeks were filled with smiles.

He leaned down and glanced at the child in the midwife's arms, laughing heartily.

"Heaven truly favors me. Everyone says thirty-six is a major turning point in life, but I have been blessed with another son in my birth year. What a stroke of good fortune!"

"Take good care of the Queen and the Little Prince, there will be rewards later for all!"

The midwife and all the maidservants who attended her were overjoyed. They showered their gratitude upon the Empress, and then they carried the little prince back to the delivery room to continue caring for him.

The King turned around and saw his adopted son, Tuo Ba Ling, standing under a tree in the distance. Half of his face was bathed in moonlight while the other half remained hidden in shadow. A flicker of stiffness crossed the King's smile before it returned to its usual composure.

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He strode towards Tuoba Ling, his boisterous laughter reaching them before he even arrived.

"Ling'er, tonight your father is in high spirits, come, let's go have another drink together. Father and son won't return until we're drunk!"

Tuoba Ling raised his hand and replied with a fist salute: "My son obeys!"

Tuoba Yu walked in front, Tuoba Ling closely behind, heading towards the front courtyard flower hall.

Along the way, Tuoba Ling kept secretly sizing up Tuoba Yu's back. In his mind, he was recalling and sorting out the events from their childhood over and over again.

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If the letter from the princess is true, is this man who seems so kind to me really the one who killed my parents?

Tuoba Ling knew Tuoba Yu's character well, he was deep and unfathomable.

Moreover, from these past few years of serving by his side, my godfather is undoubtedly a ruthless and cruel person.

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There's nothing he can't do.

Tuoba Ling walked forward with his head down, his fists clenching involuntarily.

Until, a woman's scream suddenly came to his ears, only then did he realize that he had been so preoccupied with his thoughts that he had unknowingly arrived at the flower hall.

I almost bumped into a maid coming towards me.

“Bold, lowly maid, dare you defy King Ling? Confess your crime at once!” Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

　　Tuobayu's stern and slightly displeased voice rang out, causing the maidservant to turn pale with fright. She hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed to Tuoba Ling, confessing her wrongdoing.

Tuoba Ling looked at the maid in front of him with a blank expression and said, "Tonight my father will have another prince born. It's a happy event, so I won't punish you. Get up and do your own thing!"

The maid showed gratitude on her face, but knelt there and did not dare to rise.

Tuoba Ling ignored the maid and turned to walk toward the table, sitting down with an imposing air.

Tuoba Yu glanced at Tuoba Ling, then at the maid kneeling on the ground, a strange glint in his eyes.

He glared at the maidservant and said, "Since Prince Ling is magnanimous and doesn't hold it against you, and now that the estate has another prince, this king will also make an exception and not punish you. This time only! Get out!"

The maidservant had just knelt and kowtowed before hurriedly leaving the flower hall carrying a tray.

Here, Tubabao Yu turned around, and a fatherly smile returned to his face.

He came to the table and sat down, looking kindly at Tuoba Ling: "Ling'er, Father sees that you seem to be troubled tonight. What is it? Have you encountered something that puzzles you? Feel free to tell Father."

Tuoba Ling raised his head and looked at Tuoba Yu, who had a loving expression on his face. He was a little stunned.

Before the age of six, I have no memory.

Since he could remember, he had lived in this Yu Wangfu.

At that time, the man in front of him was still very young. He told him that his biological parents died from famine and that he had taken him back.

Before he was ten years old, he was raised in the Yu Wangfu.

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All the people in the household outwardly showed him respect, but when they were together behind closed doors, they would gossip about him, saying that he was a stray found on the street.

Only this man is truly good to him.

Provide him with a life of luxury, hire a tutor to teach him reading and writing at home, and train him in martial arts.

After he turned ten, this man traveled far and wide to send him to Shaolin Temple in Daqi as a lay disciple.

He stayed at Shaolin Temple for ten years.

Over this decade, the man would make time every year to visit Shaolin Temple and see him, telling him many heartfelt words.

It's nothing more than instilling in him the idea that he is a martial arts prodigy, his father's pride and hope.

For ten years, he diligently trained in Shaolin Temple, leaving worldly affairs behind. His only goal was

That is to study hard and return home soon, waiting for the king's summons, becoming his trusted advisor and serving him faithfully!

"Ling'er, what are you thinking about? You seem so lost in thought, Father called out to you several times but you didn't react."

Tuoba Yu's voice once again entered Tuoba Ling's ears, and Tuoba Ling instantly came to his senses.

Realizing his blunder, Tuoba Ling hurriedly stood up, clasped his hands in a gesture of respect, and slightly bowed to Tuoba Yu in an apologetic salute.

"Your Majesty, please forgive my son. Seeing the newborn little brother, I couldn't help but think of my childhood. It was your Majesty's endless care that brought me to where I am today. I can't help but feel a few emotions!"

Tubaba Ling lied, dropping his eyes so that Tubaba Yu wouldn't see the guilt in them.

Fortunately, Tubo Yu didn't seem to notice anything. He let out a few hearty laughs and waved his hand toward Tubo Ling.

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“It warms my heart to see that you still remember things from the past, Ling’er. Come, have a seat. Tonight is New Year's Eve, let's stay up together and have a few drinks!”

“Your servant obeys!”

After three rounds of wine, Tubo Yu's face was flushed with a hint of alcohol, but the shrewdness in his eyes remained undiminished.

“Ling'er, although my father has many children, compared to you, my adopted son, they are all mediocre.”

"Even if this youngest son, born tonight, is a prodigy, as his father grows older, I fear he may not live to see his accomplishments." Tuoba Yu said.

"Father, you are strong and healthy. Why would you say such disheartening words?"

"No, this isn't a dispirited statement. This is the truth," Tuoba Yu shook his head.

"Before others, my father would never speak like this. It's only in front of you that he bares his soul."

"Father..."

Before Tuo Ba Ling could even finish his sentence, Tuo Ba Yu raised his hand to silence him.

"Let the father finish his words."

“As your father, I don't understand why you suddenly retreated this time. I don't want to inquire about the blow this sudden retreat dealt to our morale, nor do I want to investigate why 2,000 elite cavalry were completely wiped out by a mere kitchen staff unit inside Yanmen Pass!”

“Since you returned from Shaolin Temple, you have been assisting your father in his campaigns, achieving remarkable victories both in the south and north. You are our Great Liao's war god, a general who always wins.”

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