Father Realizes His Mistake, Please Come Back and Take over the Throne.

I was originally the Young Master of the Royal Palace, the future heir to the Northern Army. I had no worries about food and clothing for eighteen years, but I suddenly escaped into an abyss. The real Young Master devised a frame-up plan, and suddenly I became a slave guarding the gate of a battlefield thousands of miles away... The world is in a hot and cold state, everything is in turmoil, and behind human nature there is only a sea of blood and corpses. "You used to hold the treasure in your hands, but now you just want to destroy everything you have?" "Now tell me that you have woken up and regretted it?" "Sorry, it's late!"