At that moment, Chen Kun was overcome with despair.
It would have been bad enough if Chen Wang and Chen Xin had looked over.
But he had never expected that even his own father would turn to look at him.
Chen Kun shook his head. "No, no, no, no."
"Dad, I'm your son. I'm your son!"
"Alun is already dead. I'm the only heir left in the family."
"Can you really bear to watch me die?"
Chen Yi shook his head. "How could I bear that? But A-Kun, if no one steps forward now, our family is finished."
"From the time you were little, you've lived in luxury. Have I ever let you suffer even a little, or endure the slightest grievance?"
"Whatever you wanted, you had."
"You've received so much. Now, it's time for you to give something back to this family."
Chen Kun began to cry. "Dad, I'm willing to give everything for this family, but you can't send me to my death."
"I'm still young. I should have a brighter future ahead of me."
"But Dad, you're not young anymore, and you've enjoyed far more than I have."
"If someone must sacrifice themselves for this family, shouldn't it be you?"
Chen Yi flew into a rage. "You ungrateful bastard! Listen to what you're saying! Have you ever heard of sending your own father to his death?"
"When the ruler wants a subject dead, and a father wants his son dead, it is only right and proper!"
"Get out!"
Just then.
They heard a burst of laughter.
At first, it was only a quiet chuckle, but moments later, it became loud laughter.
Chen Shou laughed so hard that tears nearly fell from his eyes.
"These are the three good sons I raised."
"When it matters, none of you