This dilapidated house had long been abandoned and stood quietly here.

Emperor Chongle stood with his hands behind his back, silently watching all of this.

He was about to ask if Qianyuan had been bullied, and was about to drag the souls of those sinners out of hell to whip them, when Qianyuan stopped him.

The little guy led him to a hotel to stay in.

"Dad... Dad, let me take you to my world to play. I also want you to see the same scenery as I see."

"This is what the future holds."

Looking at the towering skyscrapers, Emperor Chongle recalled the dilapidated house he had seen earlier and thought that his child must have suffered a lot.

But Qian Yuan didn't notice his heartache. He just turned around, took the little guy's hand, and the two of them stood side by side in front of the French windows, looking at the peaceful world in front of them.

"Dad, aren't you going to change your clothes?"

Qian Yuan reminded him, and Emperor Chong Le turned to go to the bathroom to change into a new Chinese-style outfit that the little guy had chosen for him.

Emperor Chongle was indeed very well-suited to this attire, which accentuated his dignified and antique demeanor, while also exuding a hint of unruliness. One couldn't help but wonder if he was a professional model from somewhere.

Qianyuan looked at Emperor Chongle like this, and her eyes filled with even more joy. After they settled in, they took advantage of the night to eat and stroll around. The little guy was finally able to do all the things he had longed to do while lying in the hospital bed.

A talent scout spotted Emperor Chongle and couldn't resist approaching him, but was so intimidated by the imposing presence in his eyes that he dared not move, thinking he had offended some powerful figure he shouldn't have.

Emperor Chongle said:

"I'm playing with my own child, so it's inconvenient for me to."

After saying that, Chong Le Di, who didn't know how to use a mobile phone, raised the smartwatch on his wrist and answered Qian Yuan's call.

In less than a minute, the little guy ran over, and the mysterious and noble Emperor Chong Le, in the eyes of others, took the skewers from the little guy's hand without caring at all.

Then Qianyuan picked up her helmet, rented a small electric scooter, and rode with her father and his family, slowly enjoying the gentle evening breeze as they strolled through the shimmering lights and starlight.

This is the simple happiness that Qianyuan longs for.