Jade

During the Jianyuan period, the Yong Dynasty Hall was in full bloom and the people lived in peace. The chief minister, Shen Zhiyan, has power in the government and the public, but he is a cold-faced, taciturn, decisive and lonely minister. After losing his wife and son for more than ten years, he has buried all his tenderness deep in his bones and blood, leaving only an invulnerable body. Until he picked up a thin little beggar on the street. The child was huddled under the wall, as thin as a handful of dry wood, with only one pair of dark and bright eyes, looking at him without hiding. Shen Zhiyan took him back to his house, named him Shen Xiaoheng, and adopted him as his adopted son. He thought it was just a tool to fill a void, and he could beat, scold, and discipline him as he pleased. So the ruler, rattan, and court staff took turns, and rules, admonitions, and punishments were followed day after day. He never relented, nor did he take another look at the face that looked so much like his late wife's. But that kid never holds a grudge. When she was beaten, she would crawl into his arms; when she was wronged, she would call her father with red eyes; when she fell asleep, she would bury her face in his palm, like a kitten that finally found its nest. Three years of discipline, three years of cold shoulder. Until that high fever, the child was so delirious that he kept shouting in his sleep - "Dad, please don't Heng'er." Shen Zhiyan stood under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree all night, with tears streaming down his face. It was his own flesh and blood. A blood relative who was exchanged, abandoned, and wandered on the streets for eight years. And he beat him for three years. From then on, the crazy leader restrained his murderous intent, and his cruel and strict father learned to feel sorry for him. The spanking will be correct as usual, but you will rub it after the spanking; the admonishment will remain the same, but you will be coaxed after it. The child grew up from a firewood stick to a jade-like young man. He became the prime minister at the age of fourteen. He wore a moon-white robe and a bamboo leaf silver necklace. He would scold his political opponents in the court, and he would also get into his father's arms and act like a baby in the middle of the night. This is the most failed and tenderest story of "raising people" in the harshest world of "raising wolves" in Dayong. The powerful father spent twenty years learning to be a loving father, and the powerless son spent twenty years learning to make a scabbard. All the punishments are to protect you, and all the harshness hides the unspeakable "Daddy is here". You are not a bastard that no one wants, you are Shen Zhiyan's son. Intent: Two-way healing between father and son, a powerful minister