To be honest, it's impossible for everyone not to feel a little jealous. Those with children at home might wonder why their own children aren't as sweet. And those without children are even more so; it's just a pity they can't steal His Majesty's child, otherwise they could find a way to adopt one, or at the very least, find a godfather.

It's a pity I can't be a father anymore, but I can still be a subject.

If the young prince were to rise up in rebellion one day and force the emperor to abdicate, then it is estimated that everyone in the court would be willing to immediately support the prince as the new king.

Such adorable creatures, ruling them would be no problem at all!

The crowd, who were initially afraid that Emperor Chongle would abdicate, now even felt that Emperor Chongle was superfluous.

There was nothing they could do. Before, those who raised children could fight and compete for them, but now, under the absolute suppression of their status, they didn't even have the right to fight for them. They could only secretly stare at the children and Emperor Chongle with resentful eyes.

Emperor Chongle stood up, holding the cub, his expression calm, but his next words revealed that he had already been completely overwhelmed by the cub's charm and was utterly captivated by its kisses:

"I hereby bestow upon the dragon cub the title of Prince Enyao, build him a royal palace, reward him with a guard, and add one million taels of gold and one thousand bolts of brocade and silk."

According to the rules, princes could only leave the palace and establish their own residences at the age of sixteen, let alone be promoted to higher ranks and granted the title of prince. All such promotions were based on merit. Emperor Chongle was simply too unruly and unreasonable.

This time, the officials and censors could not hold back and impeached Emperor Chongle.

As for why no one impeached the young prince, everyone probably already knows the answer in their hearts: His Majesty's bottom line lies with whom.

Emperor Chongle didn't care about these impeachments at all. His reputation as a monarch was already bad enough. Besides, what did it matter if he was left with eternal infamy? He never cared about other people's opinions; he only cared about his treasures.

The cub was still listening attentively to Ning Guanyan's lessons, but the previous tutor had been replaced, and now the emperor himself was watching over him.

The little guy was wearing clothes that the Imperial Clothing Bureau had rushed to make, with a big, uh, octopus embroidered on them as requested by the child. The shape looked a bit strange, but also strangely cute.

Actually, Emperor Chongle wouldn't have refused if the cub wanted to embroider a dragon. Who knew that the little guy still preferred when he had many tentacles? Isn't that a kind of "white moonlight effect"?

He is not only someone else's ideal man, but even now, he still misses his former friends and family.

Of course, the cubs also have more clothes such as ducks, unicorns, and tigers, which, combined with the cubs' good looks, further accentuate their adorable cuteness.

However, with Ning Guanyan, the usually obedient boy always had to argue with him.

The boy kept insisting that these characters weren't written like that, but rather like his scrawled handwriting. These characters weren't dressed in so many clothes or so complicated when he first met the boy; it must be that Ning Guanyan wasn't good friends with the characters, that they weren't familiar with each other, which was why the characters were shy.

Ning Guanyan patted his heaving chest, thinking that it was probably because the little prince was a true dragon, so it was normal for him to have some thoughts that were different from ordinary people. He forcibly suppressed his lecturing thoughts and decided to change the subject and teach the cub arithmetic.

Who knew that arithmetic was the same? The cubs didn't need those little sticks at all; they just stumbled and memorized the multiplication tables.

Ning Guanyan: ...

When he reported to His Majesty, he didn't know whether to praise the cub's talent or say that the cub was simply not cut out for studying.

That's too extreme, and too much trouble!

Ning Guanyan has already started thinking of ways to call over his colleagues so that everyone can experience the hell of raising children together, thus distributing his pain equally among everyone.

He was unaware that this course teaching the cubs involved the achievements of a teacher from a different time and space, but with the same profession.

In short, after a few lessons, the cub is already memorizing both the "Thousand Character Classic" and the "Survival Rules of the Apocalypse".

Days passed by one by one.

At the end of the year, when foreign tribes would come to pay tribute and worship.

Although other races had previously targeted the Great Yu with both open and covert attacks, the matter concerning the Gu worms last time was far too provocative to the dignity of the Great Yu as its ruler.

If it weren't for the dragon cub, perhaps many people in the Great Yu Dynasty would have died today.

Emperor Chongle had prepared incredibly valuable "gifts" for these "guests" who had come from afar, and for the sake of maintaining peace, this pilgrimage was still held as a state banquet.

Even the little ones who haven't had a break from school in a long time can finally rest these two days.

Like all cubs, the cub is afraid of the cold and lazy. After the holiday, it stays in bed every day and doesn't get up.

She doesn't even really want to go into her father's arms anymore.

Every time Emperor Chongle wanted to hold him, he had to first pat off the cold air from his body, warm himself up with a hot water bottle, and then reach out to hold the warm and fragrant baby.

"In two days, when the foreign tribes come to pay their respects, you will stay in my bedchamber and not wander around, do you understand?"

The little one nestled in his father's arms, nodding sleepily.

He rolled over, used his father's sleeve as a blanket, covered himself up, and slept even more soundly.

However, even though Emperor Chongle gave countless instructions and sent shadow guards to watch over the cub, he did not expect that the problem would arise from Zhang Tianshi, who regularly delivered "food" to the cub.

Perhaps because these alien races sensed that the Celestial Master possessed an aura different from that of ordinary people, and seeing that he was not wearing official robes and that he was carrying a spirit intended for his cubs, they did not hesitate to bind the Celestial Master.

The Taoist priest who is always tied up: ...

Inter-ethnic communication:

"Is this the person? The Emperor of Great Yu's Achilles' heel?"

"It must be him! He looks like the Grand Preceptor or a shaman of the Great Yu! If we control him now, we can release the Gu worms to bewitch the emperor!"

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