"As expected of Father's idol!"

"Hahaha, young master, you're too kind! But what does this idol mean?"

"It's naturally someone I admire."

"I didn't know Master Shang thought so highly of me. I'm so humbled by my humble skills. I feel so ashamed of my victory!"

"The whole world is astonished by your great talent. I am just lucky enough to have witnessed it."

"Your Majesty and Mr. Han Fei appreciate each other, just like a mountain stream finding a soulmate. It's truly a match made in heaven!"

"Your Majesty has great ambitions, but unfortunately, he lacks capable ministers and wise generals. I wonder if you would be willing to join your father in creating this great cause that will endure forever?"

After a lot of flattery, the smiling Ying Zhao finally revealed his true purpose.

Ying Zheng curled his lips slightly and gave an appreciative look to Haodaer who was assisting him.

Only Li Si's expression changed.

However, Han Fei just smiled, said a few perfunctory words and changed the subject.

Ying Zhao was not discouraged by this, as this was just a test.

He would come up with a foolproof plan to win over this brilliant and talented minister.

He was still worried about leaving Li Si alone with his father.

Ying Zheng didn't know that his eldest son was making careful plans for him.

After hearing Han Fei's polite refusal, he was still unwilling to give in and thought about trying to persuade him in person when the time came.

After the crisis was temporarily resolved, Ziyunxuan ushered in a period of apparent peace.

The originally tense and solemn atmosphere was eased a lot because of Ying Zhao's optimism and open-mindedness, and there was more laughter and warmth.

However, Ying Zheng was somewhat distressed.

This child is really too clingy and is not afraid of him at all. He is even more spoiled than his eldest son who is still breastfeeding.

"Father, Father, would you like to play chess? I played against Mr. Han Fei last night, and my chess skills have improved slightly."

"Father, father, are you practicing martial arts? Speaking of which, it was you, father, who taught me swordsmanship!"

"Father, Father, would you like some beggar's chicken? This is my son's specialty~"

"Father, Father..."

Ying Zheng was so troubled that he felt dizzy every day.

Sometimes he wanted to frown and scold him, but when he looked into those sparkling, admiring eyes, he could never bring himself to do it.

He, with his shallow kinship, had never felt love so intense and pure.

His father abandoned him, his mother exploited him, his brothers betrayed him, his children feared him...

He was always caught up in the vortex of power, disputes, interests and conspiracies, and his heart, which once longed for warmth, gradually became frozen and hard.

From the moment he ascended the throne, he was truly alone.