The Prince of Zhennan silently glanced at Xiao Yu, then at Qi Yunheng.
He neither forbade Xiao Yu from taking Qi Yunheng with him nor gave his permission.
When he caught sight of their tightly clasped hands out of the corner of his eye, he found them rather displeasing. He strode forward and brushed their hands apart. "...How improper."
Xiao Yu paused briefly, then caught hold of Qi Yunheng's sleeve instead.
Seeing his little gesture, the Prince of Zhennan was momentarily speechless.
His voice held a trace of displeasure and exasperation. "Is he a child? Does he need you to hold his hand?"
Xiao Yu abruptly raised his head and met his gaze openly. "A-Heng isn't a child, but he is the man I love."
He reached his other hand toward the Prince of Zhennan and took his hand. "Father, let's go home."
Feeling the warmth against his palm, the Prince of Zhennan's expression softened slightly. "You're a grown man, yet you still need me to hold your hand."
Despite his words, his hand instinctively tightened.
Emotion stirred in his heart.
This was the first time he had held his son's hand.
Out of his sight, his son had quietly grown into a towering tree.
At that thought, his eyes grew warm.
His son had come home.
Qi Yunheng stared blankly at Xiao Yu's back.
He had never imagined that An An would declare him the man he loved in front of both armies...
Warmth and emotion welled up in his heart.
He instinctively turned his hand, secretly hooked Xiao Yu's fingers, and clasped them tightly in his palm.
Unable to keep the corners of his lips from rising, he waved his other hand at the Southern Zhao army behind him, signaling for them to withdraw first.
He was going