As they walked, the rain began to fall in big drops. An Jingzhi didn't want anyone to hold him, so he had to run wildly with his short legs.

I accidentally bumped into a wall of people in front of me.

"Ouch." An Jingzhi's small body was hit and his butt fell flat on his face, and he sat directly on the ground.

"Who are you? You walk without paying attention!" An Jingzhi rubbed his butt before looking up.

The emperor looked at this delicate and delicate child with a sense of unfamiliarity. He didn't expect that someone would dare to speak to him like this?

"Which palace are you from?"

After seeing clearly who the handsome middle-aged man in front of him was, the young prince actually dared to scold him. The palace maids and eunuchs behind him all knelt down, prostrated themselves on the ground, trembling, not daring to speak.

"What do you care which palace I'm from? I hit someone and you didn't even apologize? I was running fine, and you suddenly came out from the side. Didn't you hear that those turning should give way to those going straight?!"

Looking at the boy who was standing with his hands on his hips and cursing, the emperor suddenly became interested and seemed to have found some of the happiness he had when he was an idle prince. Unlike now, everyone was afraid of him and dared not tell the truth.

"Where did you hear that when turning, you should give way to the vehicle going straight? It was you who hit me, wasn't it?"

An Jingzhi naturally recognized who the other person was, but he didn't care who it was. He didn't need fatherly love.

With his hands on his hips, he said arrogantly, "Why do you care where I heard that? Anyway, it's your fault for not checking if there's a road ahead when you turn. You have to apologize to me!"

The emperor suddenly laughed out loud and said, "Okay, okay, it's all my fault. Where do you live? I'll take you back. Don't let the rain catch a cold."

He signaled to the palace servant behind him to hold the umbrella on his head over An Jingzhi's head.