"I don't know who came up with this inferior technique, thinking they could break my spirit by using the same old tricks."

Chong Qianjue pinched the chin of the cub in his arms, his tone icy, and gave it a terrifying look, as if it were a child, and asked:

“Tell me, who sent you? Or, who are your parents? Tell me and I may spare your life.”

The cub had never seen Emperor Chongle truly angry with him, nor had he ever seen Emperor Chongle's terrifying, ghostly appearance. The future Chong Qianjue was someone who even found scolding too harsh, fearing that the child would become distant from him.

But now, it's all been ruined by this Chong Qianjue.

The little guy stared blankly at his father, who was baring his fangs at him, as if he were frozen in fear. He didn't cry or make a fuss, but instead carefully slid down from his father's arms and looked at him timidly.

"father……"

This doesn't seem to be his father.

But why do they look so alike?

Father would never scare him like that.

But this father of his now is somewhat like the lonely Emperor Chongle when he first met his father.

Back then, he was already as cold as a walking corpse, while now Chong Qianjue still harbors hostility and malice towards everyone.

Qianyuan hesitated for a long time, but still suppressed her instinctive fear and took a step, tentatively reaching out to hold Chong Qianjue's hand.

Although the child doesn't understand, the child said that he will always love his father.

No matter what kind of father he is.

The cub, seemingly completely unfazed that Chong Qianjue would actually harm him, firmly grasped his finger and said:

“Chong Qianjue, Father.”