As Tang Yan read the heartfelt words line by line, even though he was a man of iron, the softest part of his heart began to tremble.
His eyes grew a little moist.
"As a husband, I cannot let my beloved wife remain in shackles. As a father, I cannot let my beloved son be without his mother..."
When he read that line, its profound love instantly shattered all the resistance Tang Yan held toward the word "father."
Beside him, Elder Ling seemed to fully recall the scene back then as well. He sighed and said, "When I saw Tang Wutian back then, not one of his internal organs was intact. He had lost far too much blood and was staying alive entirely through sheer force of will.
"If not for the obsession in his heart, he would probably have died already. In all my years practicing medicine, he was the most iron-blooded man I ever met.
"Young Master Tang, you are so outstanding that I had long felt you bore the bearing of an old acquaintance. So you are his son!"
Hearing Elder Ling's words, Tang Yan's heart ached again.
Not one of his internal organs was intact? How was that any different from being dead?
How much hardship had his father endured over the years to find his mother?
Father, you are a man. You must fulfill your responsibilities.
But your son is a man too!
I can shoulder the storms that batter our family too!
Taking a deep breath, Tang Yan put the letter away. Only after a long while did his emotions settle.
"Thank you, Your Majesty. Thank you, Elder Ling," Tang Yan said sincerely.
"There is no need. Within the Imperial City, you need only obey the Imperial Family's commands. All other rules and orders