Lu Mingyu pounded frantically on the bed, looking like a madman.
"Father, I'm your son!"
"I could die of illness, be killed by an enemy, or choose to kill myself, but I cannot die by your hand."
"If you wanted me dead, you only needed to give me a hint."
"Your son really is clever. I would have understood your meaning right away."
"But why did you use the methods you use against your enemies on me? I'm your son, not your enemy."
The obsession that had accumulated in his heart for twenty years finally found an outlet.
Overwhelming grief instantly swept away the first line of defense deep within Lu Mingyu's heart.
He had wanted to ask those same questions back then, too, but he had recoiled before the cruel truth.
Because once he asked, even the last remnants of familial affection would vanish without a trace.
That was precisely why Lu Mingyu had not wanted Chen Changsheng to throw him into Black Water Lake earlier.
He could go to his death, but he could not accept someone close to him actively sending him there.
Lu Mingyu's words did not move Lu Siyuan in the slightest.
He merely said coldly, "You're quite right. I don't deserve to be a father. For that, I owe you an apology."
"But the wood has already been made into a boat. What do you intend to do now? Report me to our ancestor?"
At Lu Siyuan's words, Lu Mingyu gave a bleak smile. "What son in this world would accuse his father? Since you want me dead, Father, I can only obey."
"I'm sorry for the trouble, Father, but please help conceal this from Mother. I'll find a secluded place to die on my own."
With that, Lu Mingyu rose from the bed