"It’s Hao, the Princely Heir, it really is Hao!" 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

"It’s him, indeed the Princely Heir... What happened to his face?"

"And his leg..."

Oh heavens! Where has the elegant Hao, the Princely Heir, gone?

The person before us is definitely Chu Minghao, yet he has transformed from a handsome gentleman into a disfigured, crippled... monstrosity.

How could this happen?

After Chu Minghao paid his respects to Chu Qianli, he turned back to look at the kneeling King Yu.

Seeing his own father kneeling, Chu Minghao showed not a hint of pity; instead, anger blazed in his eyes.

"Did you think I was dead?"

Step by step, he approached King Yu: "For you, I took on all the blame, but you not only mistreated my people, you also ordered the extermination of my concubines in my residence!"

"You knew Ruji was carrying my child, yet in the grand hall, you used my child to threaten me into keeping your secret."

"I confessed my crimes, yet you still wouldn’t spare Ruji! Must you annihilate my entire household? I am your son!"

"No... it isn’t like that, Haohao, it isn’t..."

King Yu wanted to retreat, wanted to distance himself from him.

But he couldn’t move his body; he was utterly powerless to budge.

Chu Minghao was walking toward him.

His words were tearful with each syllable. He is his son!

Even a tiger would not eat its cubs, yet he sought to obliterate his own son!

"Haohao, it isn’t... it isn’t like that..."

"Not like that?" Chu Minghao sneered coldly and suddenly threw open his black robe.

Under the black robe, one leg was missing!

No wonder he walked with a limp; it turns out, in place of his other leg, was merely a cane.

His leg had already been amputated!

"To cover up your crimes, you had someone poison me in prison to silence me! Father, I am your own flesh and blood, why do you treat me like this?"

"The poison was potent enough to kill anyone, with no chance of surviving! You thought I would surely die, that I would have no chance to live, didn’t you?"

"No, no..."

Chu Minghao kept getting closer, that empty pant leg swinging in King Yu’s sight.

Coupled with Chu Minghao’s completely ruined face, he resembled a demon from hell, extremely terrifying!

In his entire life, King Yu had never been this afraid.

It was not fear of ghosts—the person before him was indeed his son!

His own flesh and blood!

When he ordered to poison him to death, it wasn’t without inner turmoil.

Even a tiger does not eat its cubs; he could be ruthless to others, but this was his own flesh!

But he had no choice!

The Moat incident must not be disclosed whatsoever.

Even though he was King Yu, ultimately he faced the lives of over three thousand people!

For such a grave mistake, not just any mere King Yu, even the Emperor would be overthrown by the people!

His secret could not be spoken, keeping Chu Minghao alive would always be a threat; he had to eliminate him, even if it was his own child.

But now, his son is back, returned as a demon!

King Yu was truly afraid; he felt like he was stepping into hell with one foot already.

If he were to fall into hell, would he suffer the torture of the eighteen levels of hell?

"Haohao..."

"I am not your Haohao!"

Chu Minghao suddenly went berserk, lunging at him: "I am a ghost! I am a ghost!"