"Whose child are you? Don't you know you can't just go to the imperial tombs?"

"Still eating offerings?"

The little boy's eyes were fixed on the pig's trotter, and he unconsciously swallowed.

Suddenly, he moved swiftly and snatched the pig's trotter from Lin Wanwan's hand.

Then, he couldn't wait to take a big bite, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.

"Ah, this taste is absolutely divine, so delicious!" he exclaimed as he ate, completely forgetting his current predicament.

He's starving!

When he woke up this morning, his father didn't even let him eat breakfast before dragging him here and forcing him to imitate the soldiers and protect the emperor.

Fortunately, he was clever and used the excuse of needing to urinate to sneak into the place.

The Holy Emperor was almost driven mad by his search in front of the tombstone.

They only came looking for her after hearing Lin Wanwan crying.

When he saw her crying pitifully, he felt so heartbroken he almost lost a lot of weight.

The Holy Emperor picked up the boy.

"You, Yao Douzhi, instead of staying outside with your father, you came here to steal my daughter's pig's trotters?"

"Your Majesty, I'm not called Yao Douzhi anymore," the little boy argued fiercely, finishing the last bite of the pig's trotter as he did so.

"Didn't your dad just change your name to Yao Douzhi a while ago?"

“My father said I was a good-for-nothing son of a bitch, and that giving me this name was an insult to a good-for-nothing son of a bitch, so he changed it for me. Now I’m called Yao Qianshu.”

"Yao Qianshu?" The emperor's mouth almost stretched to his ears.

"Yes, my dad said that having this name means you won't starve to death, and it sounds like it brings wealth."

The Emperor's face darkened, and he immediately abandoned him, picking up Lin Wanwan with a tender embrace.

"Go find your father, or I'll lock you in a pig cage and see how you shake the tree!"

[Hehe, Yao Qianshu?]

Why not call it Yao's Pie?

The Emperor affectionately patted Lin Wanwan.

His future daughter!

Smoke was rising from the late emperor's mausoleum, almost overturning the coffin lid.

Fortunately, he calmed them down, which quelled the earthquake that shook the imperial mausoleum.

"Wanwan, how about I be your father?"

Lin Wanwan blinked her big eyes, "Chirp chirp..."

Oh no, another dad means another elderly person to take care of me, and it'll take away my baby and nienie.

The Holy Emperor almost burst out laughing.

He thinks the whole world belongs to him, and he only wants a daughter to support him in his old age?

"Wanwan, being my daughter means there will be plenty of delicious food."

"I'll provide you with an endless supply of meat and milk, and I won't require you to care for me in my old age or see me off in my final days." Which of those brats would dare not to see me off?

"Hey, that's a lie. The book says the fake crown prince killed you."

You say raising sons is useless, only daughters are useful.

Your Majesty: ...

"Between me and your father, who do you prefer?" He was a little jealous.

This Marquis of Zhenbei actually dared to plot against Ye Lanyin and have another man's child.

Moreover, the father's identity is unknown.

Even in this state, he can still be her father.

He can't say it yet!

"Chirp chirp".

Lin Wanwan then hugged the Holy Emperor and rubbed against his dragon robe.

[What a scumbag dad! He doesn't even deserve it. I could throw up even leftover milk from the night before!]

The Holy Emperor was delighted and lifted her high above his head, his face beaming with joy.

"Hahaha... Okay."

The collateral branches were extremely envious of the Emperor's doting affection for Lin Wanwan.

Looking at their son dozing off beside them, they felt an urge to slap him.

Lin Wanwan stretched out her hand and pointed to the pig's trotters on the offering.

The Emperor hurriedly reached out and pressed down her small hand, "Wanwan, you can't point. The incense hasn't finished burning yet. You can only take it after it's finished burning."

As soon as the Holy Emperor finished speaking, the incense that was still more than half burned out in an instant.

He was dumbfounded.

Ancestors, are you planning to spoil Wanwan rotten?

Playing by unconventional rules?

As everyone watched the incense burn out in an instant, they felt that Lin Wanwan's importance in the Emperor's heart had increased.

Wang Gonggong cursed Zhenbei Hou a thousand times in his heart.

He overheard His Majesty saying that the Marquis of Zhenbei was keeping a mistress. He hadn't expected someone of such low rank to be so audacious.

What an adorable daughter!

It seems they can't handle this overwhelming wealth.

When Ye Lanyin heard Lin Wanwan say that pig's trotters were delicious, she thought that Lin Wanwan had secretly gone to eat pig's trotters.

She craned her neck and watched as she nestled in the Emperor's arms, only then feeling relieved.

You must not anger the Emperor.

Serving a ruler is like serving a tiger; it can affect nine generations of one's family.

After the incense offerings are finished, the ancestral worship ceremony is over.

They all happily headed home, muttering praises of the late emperor's benevolence.

Ye Lanyin prepared a lot of things before coming to the imperial mausoleum.

I was worried that my daughter would pee if she was hungry.

She was stunned when she heard that the ancestral worship ceremony was over.

"So fast?"

"Who says otherwise, Madam Lin? Please come in."

With a smile, Eunuch Wang led Ye Lanyin, the Emperor, and the others away from the imperial mausoleum.

Lin Wanwan's mother was his great-great-grandmother.

They need to be appeased.

As the Emperor Emeritus passed by Ye Lanyin, he stared at her as if she were his daughter-in-law, becoming more and more satisfied with her.

Marquis Zhenbei must have been incredibly lucky to have such a wonderful girl in his past life.

Not only was his wife well-mannered, but his daughter was also very likable.

Ye Lanyin followed behind.

Judging from the expressions of the Emperor and the Emperor Emeritus, they seemed to have a special fondness for her daughter.

Is it really because we are connected by blood?

The originally solemn ancestral worship ceremony was overjoyed because the imperial tombs and ancestral graves were emitting blue smoke. The Holy Emperor was so pleased that he made an exception and did not pursue the matter.

The group walked and laughed, occasionally talking about the astonishing scene they had just witnessed.

Each face beamed with a devout smile.

Yao Qianshu was forcibly pulled by his father's hand and followed behind the group, his throat almost hoarse from shouting.

"You brat, you dare eat offerings? You've got a death knell, haven't you?"

General Yao raised his hand and slapped Yao Qianshu across the head.

Yao Qianshu covered his head and dodged away, "Father, even the Emperor's daughters eat it, why can't I?"

"They're all human, did they get some kind of gilded plating?"

General Yao was frustrated and disappointed, always feeling that perhaps the ancestral graves were in the wrong location, or that the feng shui of the mansion was bad.

Otherwise, how come this son is getting dumber and dumber?

"They're getting gilded? I think I'm undergoing tribulation!"

He drew his whip from his waist and chased after Yao Qianshu along the path, occasionally lashing him with the whip.

The concubines were already used to it.

Everyone kept their distance.

General Yao is a descendant of a first-rank founding general, and his family has a long history.

The emperor was not wary of him, all because he had a "good" son.

Even if you teach his son step by step, he still can't build a complete wall.

Not only was he a playboy, but he and Lin Chang'an, the third son of the Marquis of Zhenbei, were known as the "Little Tyrants of Bianjing".

Now that Lin Chang'an has "retired," he has become even more arrogant and unruly.

"Help! General Yao is murdering his own son!"

"Yao Qianshu, you stop right there..."