"Father, what are you doing?"
Although Han Shu’s face was not good, seeing his old father’s tear-streaked face, he hurried forward.
"It's nothing, it's nothing, I'm just old and I remember my father back then, who, even on his sickbed, never forgot about the country..."
As Han Jiayan spoke, tears streamed down his face uncontrollably.
With his words, the princes couldn't step forward to respond.
The atmosphere suddenly became awkward, and the drinking could no longer continue at this point.
"I, I'm sorry..."
Seeing that the situation was about right, Han Mo found a comfortable position, threw his head back, and collapsed.
"He, what's wrong with him?"
Seeing Han Mo fall to the ground, Han Shu was stunned.
"What else could it be? The imperial wine is too strong, and this child drank too quickly just now. He's probably drunk. Quickly order someone to prepare a side room for him!"
Seeing that Han Mo had conveniently gotten himself drunk and fallen over, Han Jiayan could only wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes and quickly gave the order.
"Yes!"
The servants standing by did not dare to hesitate and quickly found a strong young servant, who carried Han Mo away towards the backyard.
"Your uncle's clan truly has many talented individuals. I never expected that young Master Mo would possess such great talent!"
After Han Mo was carried away, Zhao Kai finally stepped forward and said sincerely to Han Jiayan.
"This child was indeed a bit dissolute before, but after a serious illness, he seems to have completely changed. This poem truly makes this old man feel an overwhelming sadness..."
"To accomplish the king's affairs of the realm, and win fame in life and after death, alas, white hairs have appeared..."
Han Jiayan repeated the last line, shaking his head.
As he spoke, he suddenly stood up with his hands behind his back and walked towards the back hall.
"Father!"
With so many princes present, Han Shu quickly reminded his father as he saw him about to leave.
"Alas, white hairs have appeared..."
But Han Jiayan seemed oblivious, and walked straight out of the hall.
"I am truly sorry, Your Highnesses. I will go and see what is going on!"
Seeing Han Jiayan leave, Han Shu felt awkward and quickly stood up, cupping his hands towards the princes.
"It's fine, it's fine. We are not outsiders. Uncle is a man of feeling. Hearing this poem today must have reminded him of Prime Minister Han’s past! We also need to pay our respects to the Emperor in the palace tonight, so perhaps we should take our leave now."
After hearing the poem, even Zhao Kai, who had other intentions, had lost the mood to drink.
Since Han Jiayan had already left, it was a good opportunity for him to leave as well.
"Third Brother is right. Since Uncle is heartbroken today, I think we should visit another day."
Prince Su, Zhao Shu, also stood up immediately.
"I apologize for the discourtesy at my humble abode today. I hope Your Highnesses will not take offense."
After some polite exchanges, the princes finally stood up and took their leave.
"Father, what's wrong with you today? It's just a poem, and you're..."
After seeing the princes off, Han Shu returned to Han Jiayan’s study.
"What do you know? With the emergence of young Master Mo's poem, in the realm of poetry and prose, there is no one who can compare."
Han Mo himself probably never expected Han Jiayan to praise him so highly.
"Father, this poem..."
Although Han Shu also recognized its extraordinary quality, his prejudice against Han Mo was too deep.
Therefore, even though he felt the poem was indeed outstanding, he was unwilling to admit it in his heart.
"You are good in all other aspects, my son, but your magnanimity is too narrow. The Han clan’s current prosperity was not achieved by one person alone!"
Seeing his son still stubbornly refusing to admit it, Han Jiayan could only sigh helplessly.
"Father, I..."
With things reaching this point, Han Shu dared not argue further and knelt on the ground to beg for forgiveness.
"Why didn't you call for Brother Mo during yesterday's grand ceremony?"
Since it was just the father and son, Han Jiayan asked with a dark expression.
"This..."
"Enough, stop with the prevarication. Although I am old, I am not blind! I have seen your little schemes all along, but from now on, such things are not allowed to happen again."
Seeing Han Shu's timid and submissive demeanor, Han Jiayan felt even more saddened.
If his eldest son was so incompetent, how could he uphold his family's legacy in the future?
"Alright, you may go. Send someone to the farm outside the city and tell them that young Master Mo will not be returning today. Also, send some of the best pastries from the mansion to little Yan'er!"
After a long silence, Han Jiayan finally spoke.
"Yes!"
Although Han Shu was unconvinced, at this moment, he could only agree for now.
"To accomplish the king's affairs of the realm, and win fame in life and after death, alas, white hairs have appeared... Zhe Ke Cun ah, Zhe Ke Cun, you've really struck it rich with such a son-in-law..."
After Han Shu left, Han Jiayan sat alone by the window, gazing in the northwest direction, and murmured to himself.
Lying in the warm bed, smelling the faint sandalwood fragrance emanating from the furs, Han Mo felt extremely comfortable.
Since arriving here, this was the first time he had enjoyed the life of a privileged class.
"Old Xin, Old Xin, I am truly sorry, but this was unavoidable! But don't worry, when I have money, I will pay you the copyright fees in advance!"
As the servants outside walked away, Han Mo stretched and muttered to himself.
He hadn't enjoyed such a warm room in a long time. The life that was easily attainable in his previous life seemed so precious in this era.
Lying in the warm bed, Han Mo drifted off to sleep without realizing it...
When Han Mo woke up, it was already the next morning.
"Brother Mo, you're awake!"
As Han Mo stepped out, Liu Jinfu greeted him with a fawning expression.
Judging by his red ears, this fellow had likely been waiting here for a long time.
"Manager Liu, you're not waiting for me here specifically, are you?"
Han Mo looked at Liu Jinfu with a half-smile. In the past few years, this fellow had not given Han Mo much respect.
"I'm worthless, I'm no human, I'm a blind fool who judges people by their appearance. Brother Mo, please forgive me this time!"
Upon hearing Han Mo's words, Liu Jinfu immediately knelt on the ground, slapping his own cheeks and crying out as he spoke.