Emperor Ling of Han was the last powerful emperor of the Han Dynasty, a figure who could have altered the course of history, yet he became the root cause of the empire's collapse.
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The louder a newborn baby cries, the healthier it is, and the better it will be in the future.
Xi Zhicai cupped his hands to Zhou Yi and said, "Your son's voice is clear and bright, like the sound of gold and jade. Brother Zhou is very fortunate!"
Tian Feng nodded in agreement: "Yes, this child is destined for greatness!"
"Indeed, Brother Zhou is in luck!"
Zhang Zhao, Ju Shou, Sima Fang, Chen Qun, and others who were standing nearby also stepped forward to offer their congratulations.
Thank you all for your kind words!
As Zhou Yi returned the congratulations with clasped hands, he was overjoyed.
As a father, the happiest thing is when his son is praised by others.
Liu Hong couldn't help but stand up and look at the baby Zhou Yu in his swaddling clothes.
"May I hold this child?"
"sure!"
When Zhou Yi saw the emperor and asked to hold his son, he was more than happy to do so.
As he spoke, Zhou Yi took the still wailing little Zhou Yu from the wet nurse's arms and then held him in front of Liu Hong.
Liu Hong also reached out his hands and carefully took the little Zhou Yu into his arms.
The moment he was placed in Liu Hong's arms, little Zhou Yu, who had been wailing incessantly, suddenly stopped crying and opened his big, bright black eyes, gazing quietly at Liu Hong.
"Giggle~!"
Suddenly, little Zhou Yu grinned and let out a clear laugh.
"Haha~, this child seems quite close to me!"
Seeing Zhou Yu's sudden change, Liu Hong couldn't help but laugh.
Those around them couldn't help but sigh in amazement at the sight.
Is the emperor's charm really that powerful? Even innocent children can be attracted to him.
Having lived two lives, Liu Hong, holding a baby for the first time, couldn't help but reach out his finger to tease the handsome Zhou Lang, whose fame would be passed down through generations.
After teasing him for a while, Liu Hong looked up at Zhou Yi with a smile.
“Your son and I are destined to meet. I would like to take him as my disciple. What do you think, Brother Zhou?”
"It is truly my son's blessing to have your favor, young master. I am extremely honored!"
Upon hearing this, Zhou Yi agreed without hesitation.
To be born into the emperor's family is a privilege that ordinary people can only dream of.
This time, I've truly risen in status because of my son...