Monarch Night

Chapter 1379: Chapter 72: A Loving Father and a Filial Son [2-in-1]

Fang Yunzheng warmly said to Fang Qianyi, "Make a pot of tea for our son and daughter-in-law."

Fang Qianyi: "Uh, um, what?"

Ye Meng hurriedly: "I’ll do it, I’ll do it."

Rushing into the room: "Mom, where’s the tea leaves?"

Fang Qianyi was at a loss: "Tea leaves? What tea leaves, oh, oh, for soaking feet... I’ll go find them..."

Then stumbled into the room, if Ye Meng hadn’t helped, almost bumped into the door frame.

Fang Che and his father entered the tea room and sat opposite.

Fang Yunzheng looked at his son, whom he hadn’t seen since birth, feeling infinite comfort. Grown up!

He has reached the Ninth Grade Emperor Level!

Back in my day, I wasn’t this impressive at such an age!

Indeed, great genetics, surpassing his predecessors...

"You have grown up; my absence of twenty years is truly regrettable."

Fang Yunzheng sighed lightly: "Thankfully you are now so accomplished... I feel comforted."

His voice was gentle, carrying an undeniable strength.

It seemed to naturally soothe all of one’s emotions.

Fang Che’s first impression of his suddenly appearing father was very positive, and he could feel that his father was indeed very powerful.

It was a feeling like a towering mountain, like a vast sea, like the sky lying in front.

This feeling even surpassed what Sun Wutian gave him.

His heart couldn’t help but feel exceedingly strange: wasn’t it said... only high grade supreme level?

Not yet at Saint Level?

Why does it feel this way? But when he tried to carefully sense it again, the feeling had vanished.

It seemed it was purely his illusion earlier.

Fang Che looked suspiciously at him and said, "Can we talk now?"

Fang Yunzheng smiled slightly, saying, "You can say whatever you want. Speaking here, I assure you, even if Xue Fuxiao were next door, he wouldn’t hear a thing."

!!

Fang Che’s mind suddenly went blank with a loud boom.

As if hammered heavily.

What kind of immortal father do I have? This bold claim... Bibo City almost got blown away by his words!

Took a deep breath and asked, "Who exactly are you?"

Fang Yunzheng laughed interestingly: "I am your father. No matter what identity, I am your father; that is unchangeable."

He smiled and said: "You can’t doubt that your mother would mistake someone, can you?"

"Indeed, she wouldn’t."

Fang Che smiled suddenly.

No matter how foolish my mom is, she wouldn’t make a mistake in this area.

"I want to ask, your true identity, who exactly are you? Why would you..."

Fang Che frowned, trying to think of the right words.

"I came this time not intending to hide from you because, Fang Che, you truly can keep secrets!"

Fang Yunzheng smiled with deep meaning: "In this world, I only trust two people; one is you. The other, guess who?"

Fang Che furrowed his brow: "I can’t guess."

Actually, he had already guessed.

But, even facing his own people, even with his father, he could never let that name come out of his mouth.

That’s Fang Che’s greatest principle.

Fang Yunzheng sighed positively and said: "That person is Dongfang Sansan. You all call him the Ninth lord, but I call him Ninth Brother."

Fang Che raised an eyebrow and said: "Your identity is so noble, how..."

"Not noble. My noblest identity is as your father!"

Fang Yunzheng softly said: "On this trip, Ninth Brother knows."

Just then, Ye Meng knocked on the door. Fang Yunzheng stopped. Then Ye Meng came in with tea, while Fang Qianyi was outside looking around.

Couldn’t hear anything.

Even more anxious.

Fang Che took the tea tray from Ye Meng and said: "You go out, talk with mom, tell her not to overthink. I’m here chatting with father."

Ye Meng said: "Okay."

She bowed her head and saluted Fang Yunzheng before slowly retreating.

Fang Yunzheng watched Ye Meng walk out.

Fang Che clearly felt... it was his father who made him clearly feel a powerful soundproof barrier slowly enveloping the tea room!

Like a big net in the sky, slowly descending and covering the tea room.

This feeling was so clear it felt almost visible.

This singular act made Fang Che completely awestruck.

What kind of control is this!

Fang Yunzheng picked up the teapot with one hand, slowly poured tea for his son, and softly said: "Was this just... the Guardian’s Ye Meng? Hmm, Yueying?"

Fang Che felt all the hair on his body stand on end!

The power of this sentence could be said to reach its peak.

This one sentence made Fang Che completely believe in Fang Yunzheng!

Because this was a secret between him and Dongfang Sansan.

Especially the words Yueying, even more confirmed!

Absolute secrecy!

Perhaps others might know, but Fang Che trusted Dongfang Sansan: anyone who knows this wouldn’t leave the Guardian Headquarters!

"You’ve given me a tremendous scare!"

Fang Che, nervous yet completely relaxed.

"Without this, one can’t earn your trust."

Fang Yunzheng smiled wryly: "I am also helpless."

"What else do you know?" Fang Che laughed.

"Do you mean... Yemo? Or Starlight? Or Yin Xiu?"

Fang Yunzheng sighed: "Archer, you truly are much more capable than your father."

Fang Che smiled wryly: "Ninth lord really keeps no secrets from you!"

Fang Yunzheng snorted lightly and said: "You are my son. If he dared keep such things from me, I’d go to Kan Ke City to give him trouble, and he’d have nothing to say!"

This father’s words were getting bolder.

Fang Che’s heart was amazed.

But he understood, someone whom Dongfang Sansan entrusted with all secrets, indeed has such qualifications!