"Father, can you really bear not to let your son eat a single bite of this delicious food?" After the meal was set out, Ye Jingchen looked at the emperor with a resentful gaze.

"Your Highness, if you've done something wrong, you need to correct your attitude. I haven't forgiven you yet, nor have I said I wouldn't pursue your crimes!" the emperor said coldly.

"If you don't want to feed me, then don't. But it's too embarrassing for me to just stand here. Why don't I serve you a meal, Father?" Ye Jingchen said solicitously.

"You'll serve me?" The emperor glanced at Ye Jingchen and decisively refused. "I can't eat when I see your face!"

"How could that be?! My face is at least 80% similar to Father Emperor's. Unless Father Emperor dislikes me, he will only feel happy when he sees me. How could he not be able to eat?" Ye Jingchen protested for himself.

Actually, he wasn't that much like an emperor; it's just that at certain times, words have a magical power that can influence people's subjective judgment.

Just like now, the emperor did not refute his statement.

Because the emperor favored him the most among all his princes and princesses, he would naturally subconsciously feel that he had many similarities with him.

"Please, Father, give your son a chance to fulfill his filial duty?" Ye Jingchen tugged at the emperor's sleeve again.

He used to act cute towards the emperor like this when he was a child, so even now that he's grown up and a little taller than the emperor, the emperor doesn't find it strange to do the same thing; on the contrary, he'll soften his heart.

This would make the emperor feel that he is still the same as when he was a child, and that he has never changed.

"Then I will give you this chance. If you fail to satisfy me, your punishment will be doubled!" the emperor said sternly.