Emperor Chongle has always disliked people who act on their own initiative, especially since he is currently suffering from insomnia, irritability, and bloodshot eyes.

The scent of the cub lingering on his pillow was carelessly washed away by a palace maid, leaving Emperor Chongle with no hope whatsoever. He closed his eyes, yet feared he would have nightmares of his child suffering outside; the anger in his heart felt almost tangible.

There are still people who dare to defy imperial orders.

It's possible that he's harboring some kind of messy or ulterior motive.

Emperor Chongle originally intended to pour out the tea, but then he saw a small figure peeking out from the doorway, its one eye looking just like his child.

Emperor Chongle paused, knowing that his child was irreplaceable, but his heart softened at that moment.

Only after becoming a parent himself can he understand the feelings of other parents.

If this child is scolded, his parents who raised him will definitely feel sorry for him.

Therefore, Emperor Chongle remained silent and simply dismissed everyone.

Qianyuan was worried and looked back. He saw that the huge palace was empty except for Emperor Chongle, all alone. He felt sad too.

The little guy ran back again.

As Emperor Chongle closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, the little guy's hand silently rested on Emperor Chongle's shoulder. Emperor Chongle was about to jump up when those hands, carrying a slightly familiar scent, began to relax him, rubbing his temples to ease his tension.

Emperor Chongle relaxed again, seemingly letting his guard down around Qianyuan. But just as Qianyuan started to doze off, he grabbed her hand.

The little guy was startled and instinctively jumped up and ran away.

Only Emperor Chongle was stunned for a moment, looking at the piece of cloth in his hand, somewhat speechless.

Who raised this genius child? So stupid, and so easily startled, like a hamster rolling around in place.