Chapter 363

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Hearing Zhao Yizhu's words, His Majesty the Emperor was so excited that he didn't know what to do. He walked back and forth in the bedroom with tiger steps, saying yes.

After a long while, when the Emperor's joy had subsided, he stopped pacing and came to sit down beside his second son. Then, with an unhappy look on his face, he looked at his second son who had recovered and said:

"Now that you're well, why didn't you tell me right away? I'm worried about you every day, afraid you might die someday!!"

The Emperor's mood grew increasingly grim as he spoke. If this brat didn't give him a reasonable explanation today, then... haha, he'd already recovered, hadn't he? A little trouble didn't matter. It was just the perfect revenge for the years of poor eating and sleeping that had come because of this brat!

His Majesty the Emperor narrowed his eyes as he looked at his son who looked calm in front of him, and more than one hundred and eight good ways to "torture" this kid flashed through his mind.

"I told my father before that I participated in an experiment on gene collapse disorder as an experimenter. A report was published on the official website of Chengtong Star not long ago, which mentioned the results of this experiment. My illness was only confirmed to be officially cured not long ago. This period of time is also the observation period after recovery. This observation period was just over two days ago. I hurried over to tell my father today." Huo Qi raised his eyebrows, not caring about the "dangerous" look of His Majesty the Emperor at all. From childhood to adulthood, the old man had so many ways to torment him, and he had long been accustomed to it.

"Well, come on. Considering the good news that you've recovered, I'll let you go for once. This won't happen again."

Looking at his second son who was taking it easy, His Majesty the Emperor coughed lightly. Although he didn't want to admit it, his son was becoming increasingly difficult to control. Even now, even if he had used more than 108 methods, it was useless. As expected, having a son is like collecting debts. It's really worrying.

"Yes, thank you, father."

The father and son exchanged words, Zhao Yizhu anxiously jumping up and down beside them, unable to get a word in. Finally, when the Second Prince gained a slight advantage and the two paused (actually, it was the Emperor who finally stopped talking), Zhao Yizhu seized the opportunity, suppressed his excitement, put on a normal smile, stepped forward and looked at Huo Qi. Just as he was about to ask, a discordant voice preempted him.

"Your Majesty, dozens of ministers in the main hall have gathered outside your bedroom. They said they learned the news of the Second Prince's return and came here specially to request your Majesty's summons again." The emperor's attendant hurried to report.

"You caused this yourself, so you should figure out how to fix it yourself. Now that you're well, there's no need for me to worry about you anymore, right?"

His Majesty the Emperor glanced at his son who had recovered, and the look of care and concern he had shown before was completely gone from his eyes.

Now that his son is well, he can rest assured and be a hands-off boss. Today is such a good day! His Majesty the Emperor stood up in a bright mood, patted his son's shoulder, and prepared to go back to his bed in the palace to lie down for a while.

"Father." Huo Qi also stood up and called out to the Emperor who was anxious to be a hands-off boss.

His Majesty the Emperor turned around (with a puzzled look and murderous intent): "..." What? You're already well, and you still want me to worry about you?

"The experiment I participated in has no side effects. It may also be effective for existing ailments. When the researcher is free one day, I will bring her over to show you."