Qian Yuan, hearing Emperor Chong Le's words not to cry, could only hold back his tears. For the first time, he interrupted Emperor Chong Le:

Does it hurt?

"Does it hurt, Father?"

Emperor Chongle was taken aback by the little guy's question.

He had clearly thought of many reasons to deal with Qianyuan's doubts and worries, but he didn't expect that the child was only concerned about whether he was in pain or uncomfortable.

When Emperor Chongle arrived here, this was the only phrase he had never heard before.

But wasn't that exactly what he was waiting for?

Waiting for his love and care that belong only to him.

For the first time, someone covered his wound with both hands and gently licked his bloody tears with worried eyes.

Just like a fluffy, warm kitten or puppy, all my worries vanished because the way I circled around him was so adorable.

Emperor Chongle even began to exude a harmless aura.

It seems that Qianyuan has completely healed me.

While his father was being held captive by him, Qianyuan immediately helped him to the bed and made him lie down.

"Then Dad, you should rest well. Don't work too hard since you're injured. I won't leave. I'll stay here and take care of you and keep an eye on you."

Qianyuan seemed completely unaware that he was now being held captive at home by his father.

The shadow guards waiting outside were also quite curious.

If it were a normal person, they would definitely be angry to find themselves confined to one place. They were already prepared for a fight between father and son.

Even though the child has always relied on his father, Your Majesty has gone too far this time.

To everyone's surprise, instead of a fight breaking out inside, Qianyuan shouted from the doorway again:

"Is Brother Shadow Guard here? Could you please call the Imperial Physician and the Celestial Master for me?"

Shadow Guard: The kid beat up his old father unilaterally? No way?!