Ye Han gradually drew closer to Ye Zong, speaking of his past as he did.
He had once wandered the streets before Ye Zong brought him back to the City Lord's Mansion. All this time, Ye Zong had raised and taught him, intending for him to inherit the position of City Lord, yet his own poor mastery had disappointed his father's hopes.
At this point, he dropped to both knees with a thud and kowtowed.
How could Ye Zong bear to see him like this? He hurried over to help him up, reassuring him that his talent was exceptional and that his cultivation would surely surpass Ye Zong's within his lifetime.
But many things were not for the two of them alone to decide. Ye Zong hoped Ye Han could let go of his resentment. There was no helping it-Ye Han simply could not compare to the other candidate.
With his head lowered, Ye Han told Ye Zong that the first time he saw Ye Ziyun, he had sworn to himself that he would marry her. That was why he had always listened to Ye Zong and worked hard, never daring to slack off in the slightest.
Those words only deepened Ye Zong's guilt. After all, he had been grooming Ye Han for precisely that future, only to cut off his path by force now.
Ye Han also said he had longed for the day he could become City Lord and be worthy of Zi Yun, yet now the father he respected most was telling him he was unfit to be City Lord.
As though his emotions had reached a fever pitch, he seemed utterly lost and desolate.
Ye Zong simply could not bear to see Ye Han like this. He could only gather him into his arms and apologize.