The Real Young Master Was Sold as a Slave, The Obsessive Crown Prince's Forced Love - Chapter 59

Chapter 59: I Am His Father!

“Your Highness, please go and treat your wounds. I’ll check myself!”

Grand Tutor Song gave Qi Wang a look of utter exasperation and then headed for the room.

Qi Wang, dragging his battered body, blocked him, looking at the Grand Tutor with the gaze one reserves for a pervert, “You check yourself? Check what? Someone’s butt?”

Grand Tutor Song felt it was preposterous, “Your Highness should not worry about what this official needs to check. Please go treat your wounds! This place is not suitable for Your Highness to linger. Once your wounds are treated, please take your people and leave.”

Qi Wang stood firm, “I told you about the birthmark, so why do you still need to see it? What exactly are you trying to do!”

Grand Tutor Song: …

The birthmark is on his butt. You think I’ll believe you just because you said you knew about it?

Did you even see it?

He was speechless.

“This official needs to see it with his own eyes!” Grand Tutor Song insisted.

Qi Wang: …

“See it with your own eyes? See someone’s butt? No!” Qi Wang refused outright.

Grand Tutor Song was so angry his head hurt, “Why not?”

Qi Wang’s face darkened, “Why should there be a ‘why not’? The butt is a private part of a person. How can it be shown to others casually? Besides, you only needed to know about the birthmark, and I’ve already told you. Why are you being so unreasonable?”

Grand Tutor Song: …

I’m unreasonable?

He glared, “Your Highness is being deliberately difficult! Your Highness also said the butt is a private place. Then how do you know the appearance of the birthmark? Did you see it?”

Qi Wang raised his chin slightly, noble and arrogant, “Of course.”

Grand Tutor Song’s eyes immediately widened, “If you’ve seen it, why won’t you let me see it!”

Ban Jin felt that if they continued, they would come to blows over a butt.

It would be a laughingstock!

A Crown Prince and a Grand Tutor fighting over an Imperial Physician’s butt!

You people with ‘Tai’ in your titles are truly something!

He quickly restrained Grand Tutor Song, “Please calm down, Elder Master. Calm down. His Highness means that Song Yu is injured and weak, and he’s resting now. If you go in, you’ll disturb his rest. This birthmark… do you find anything peculiar about it?”

Grand Tutor Song glared angrily at Qi Wang and told Ban Jin, “My lost son had a birthmark on his butt, and I suspect Song Yu is my son, alright!”

Ban Jin’s eye twitched immediately, and he looked at Qi Wang.

Qi Wang: …

Qi Wang: !!!

Qi Wang remained silent, simply moving his battered body aside and making a gesture of invitation to Grand Tutor Song.

Grand Tutor Song shot Qi Wang a look of someone viewing a lunatic, frowned, and stepped into the room.

Ban Jin nearby: …

Oh, my!

Exciting!

As Grand Tutor Song stepped in, Qi Wang followed right behind.

Staring at the back of Grand Tutor Song’s head: …

It’s possible?

But it might not be!

He immediately quickened his step, squeezing in right as Grand Tutor Song crossed the threshold into the inner room.

Grand Tutor Song was squeezed so hard he almost bumped into the door frame.

He was furious.

Are you seriously insane!

Has the Dog Emperor tormented you all these years until you finally went mad!

While they were talking at the door, Song Yu vaguely heard something about a birthmark but didn’t catch it clearly.

Seeing both Grand Tutor Song and Qi Wang enter, Song Yu didn’t dare to lie on the bed and quickly tried to get up—

Uh!

He didn’t get up!

Qi Wang’s hand pressed down on his back. At the same time, Qi Wang pulled a quilt over him, covering his entire body.

Song Yu: ???

Grand Tutor Song: !!!

Through the quilt, Qi Wang spoke to Song Yu, “Grand Tutor Song wants to see your gourd-shaped birthmark.”

Song Yu: …

Covered under the quilt, his face was full of question marks, “Oh.”

Qi Wang raised his hand and pulled another quilt.

The first quilt covered Song Yu’s upper body, the second quilt covered his lower body, leaving a gap in the middle where the gourd was located.

[Hahahahahaha]

[Is Qi Wang crazy? My goodness! What is he doing?]

[Can I interpret this as him not wanting Grand Tutor Song to see Xiao Yu’s body?]

[This possessiveness is too strong! He said he might be the long-lost son!]

[But he also might not be.]

[If Xiao Yu is Grand Tutor Song’s son, then what’s with the Earl of Anping’s residence? Why did they take Xiao Yu back then?]

[The plot is too complex for me to speculate. I’ll just watch whatever happens. I just want to know if Qi Wang has a crush on Xiao Yu.]

[Definitely! Do we still need to guess when he’s acting like this? If not, I’ll eat sh1t!]

Song Yu was covered by the quilt. It was pitch black inside, and he couldn’t see any of the words.

Outside.

Grand Tutor Song just wanted to call the physician to give Qi Wang a few needles!

He’s truly gone mad!

Utterly exasperated, and unwilling to argue further with a lunatic, Grand Tutor Song stepped forward and looked at the birthmark exposed on Song Yu’s lower back and buttocks.

He saw the gourd at a glance.

“Just look. Don’t touch.” Qi Wang abruptly blocked Grand Tutor Song’s reaching finger, “If he’s not your son, your behavior is disrespectful to your age.”

Grand Tutor Song wanted to slap him across the face!

Where did this idiot come from!

What unclean thing has possessed Qi Wang.

However, these were not the main points. The main point was that Song Yu’s birthmark, its location and shape, were exactly the same as his son’s.

…

“Daddy, Daddy, I want some cake!”

“Daddy, that bunny is pretty. I want the bunny, I want the bunny lantern!”

“Daddy, Daddy! Sugar figurine! I want a sugar figurine, a bunny sugar figurine!”

…

That year during the Lantern Festival, he took his three-year-old son to the temple fair.

He was about to buy his son a sugar figurine.

But when he turned his head, the child was gone.

Grand Tutor Song would never forget the moment he couldn’t find his child.

Nor could he forget how his wife cried day and night, literally crying herself to death…

His fingers trembled slightly. Grand Tutor Song spoke to Song Yu, who was covered in the quilt, “Song Yu, I have a son who went missing when he was three. He also had a gourd-shaped birthmark on his lower back and buttocks, exactly the same location and shape as yours.

“I…”

Grand Tutor Song took a deep breath, “Can I ask you a few questions?”

Song Yu was lying under the quilt, his mind reeling.

Son?

Three years old?

Lost?

Ignoring the pain from his wounds, Song Yu squirmed and wriggled out of the quilt.