Father and Son Instructions, The Great Abuse of Zhuo Yunqing (Zhuo Ling): Who always said that the warmest thing in the world is the connection of blood, so dad, at the moment of life and death, have you ever thought about those connections of blood and blood? Favoritism in words and deeds at the dinner table, deliberate making things difficult in the martial arts training ground, I have repeatedly fantasized that the person listening to your lectures with his head tilted under the candlelight is me, but I have to escape again and again. How did I lose myself in helplessness, heartache, despair, and numbness that year when there was cholera... Zhuo Yunlang: It's always been the case. A glimmer of light from my long years took me back to Bianjing, taught me my sense of shame, and induced me to speak human language. I have been like a mosquito ant fighting a fire, fluttering its wings and rushing towards where you are standing. And it was only later that I realized that this world may be like what you said: I can overcome any hardship and pain. It's just that blood is ridiculous. If life is like a play, if I were to be your protagonist, would the final result become less decisive? In midsummer of the fourth year of Eryu, cholera hit Bianliang, and the two young masters of Zhuo Gong's family were unfortunately infected one after another. Gongsun Fang, Zhuo Gong's retainer, parted with the rare "Jiu Sheng Hong Pill" passed down from his family. One pill can save two lives. After Zhuo Gong got the red pill, he gave the life-saving pill to his concubine Zhuo Yunlang without hesitation. Everyone was confused: Zhuo Yunlang was neither his legitimate son nor the son who had served him since he was a child. Why did Duke Zhuo think about leaving his legitimate son Zhuo Yunqing to save a concubine with no status? The whole city was shocked... The crowd was hustle and bustle outside the glazed glass of the west wing pavilion. Zhuo Yunqing watched the servants respectfully carry a beautiful lacquer box containing life-saving red pills into the east wing. Who in the west wing pavilion was sobbing intermittently? Covered in the roar of the yard, he seemed to see firelight floating from all around, burning his skin and scorching his sight... Zhuo Zhaiyun: It is understandable that he hates me so much now. I have nothing to say.