The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1240

Chapter 1240: 607 Recognizing Each Other (2nd watch)

His voice was drowned out in the dense, pounding rain.

No matter how he called out, the figure of the Marquis of Xuanping disappeared into the curtain of rain.

Xiao Hen’s strength was finally drained at this moment. He collapsed and sat down in a puddle by the side of the Official Road, the downpour mercilessly beating against his back.

He clutched the roadside stones tightly.

The rain was ice cold, but when it fell into his eyes and flowed out, it became scalding hot.

He ultimately failed to stop him.

He had still left.

It turns out that there are some people, some things, once missed, truly never present another opportunity.

It was never that he hadn’t cherished his son properly; rather, this son had not cherished that father.

He no longer had the chance... to call him "father" anymore.

"What did you just call me?"

A familiar voice suddenly rang out above him. Xiao Hen shuddered, thinking he had heard wrong, but he still blankly looked up.

He saw the Marquis of Xuanping in a straw rain cape, wearing a bamboo hat, mounted on the tall horse that had accompanied him in battles on all fronts.

The Marquis of Xuanping looked down at him from the horse and asked again, "What did you just call me?"

Xiao Hen lifted his hand, which was pressed down in the puddle, and his heart suddenly brightened; his grief and regret abruptly stopped, and he turned his face and snorted, "Nothing... Nothing at all."

"Nothing? Then I’m leaving." The Marquis of Xuanping said, pulling the reins tight and turning Mama in another direction. _{freēwēbnovel.com}

"Father, Father!"

Xiao Hen spoke through gritted teeth.

The Marquis of Xuanping’s lips curled mischievously as he turned the horse around, looking cockily at his own son, "You chased me for hundreds of miles just to call me ’Dad’?"

"It was one hundred thirteen miles."

Not hundreds.

Xiao Hen corrected him meticulously and irritatedly.

The Marquis of Xuanping laughed, a rather taunting one, as he leaned down and extended his hand toward Xiao Hen.

Xiao Hen was so exhausted he couldn’t even stand.

He still had the strength to lift his hand, but Xiao Hen didn’t want to deal with him.

Xiao Hen understood that his father wasn’t taking him seriously, not because he truly didn’t believe him, but because he trusted his own ability to get through it more.

The severity of this natural disaster was that it came almost without any warning. By the time the mountains began to slide, half the mountaintop had already internally collapsed.

Xiao Hen said seriously, "I said you cannot go, and that means you cannot!"

The Marquis of Xuanping looked back slightly, helplessly saying, "Ahen, stop causing trouble."

Xiao Hen still acted up, "I’m injured. I can’t ride a horse, I can’t get caught in the rain!"

The Marquis of Xuanping glanced down at the village below, and Xiao Hen immediately said, "The villagers have evacuated long ago, there’s no doctor there."

The Marquis of Xuanping eventually admitted defeat, "Alright, I’ll take you to the post station first."

He remembered there was a small post station about ten miles back on the road.

Xiao Hen silently calculated the speed and distance in his mind; if they arrived there and delayed for a bit, they should be able to avoid the landslide.

He did not object.

The Marquis of Xuanping rode the horse, carrying his son back the way they came.

True to a First-rank military Marquis’ horse, while other horses were too scared to move, this one could still gallivant happily, unbothered by carrying an extra person.

The last time Xiao Hen sat on the Marquis of Xuanping’s horse was when he was a child, sitting in the front, his small body held in the arms of the Marquis of Xuanping.