Duofu looked at his pet owner, who was sitting on the dragon throne without even raising his head, and couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

But thinking about it, I realized I hadn't done anything. I just stood outside for a while and admired the scenery.

What's there to be ashamed of?

The more he thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed, and his chubby head involuntarily lifted up again.

Now Duofu is getting fatter and fatter. He's not that big, but he's about the size of a big fat cat, with a round head, a round body, and round limbs, just like a walking gas cylinder.

Especially since Duofu is chubby, his eyes are not small at all; they haven't been squeezed out of shape by his big, round head.

On the contrary, those big, round eyes and that chubby body made the little puppy even more adorable.

Let alone people who like dogs, even those who don't like dogs can't help but take a second look at Duofu.

Because Duofu is just too cute, and innocent and adorable things are always addictive.

Duofu, standing on all fours, glanced around with his big eyes. His human, the one above him, still wasn't looking at him, but staring at the memorial in his hand. His handsome eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and his entire face was filled with displeasure, making his already aloof temperament even colder.

Duofu shook his thick fur. Luckily, he was thick-furred and not afraid of the cold. Otherwise, he would easily catch a cold in winter if he stayed with his owner. But he was fine in summer, even more so than ice cubes.

Duofu himself didn't know if it was a psychological reaction or what, but he felt like his human was being cooled by summer air conditioning, which was so comfortable and refreshing that he couldn't help but snuggle up to him.

"Woof, woof, woof."

Duofu cried out in a babyish voice, then swung its four paws and dashed toward its owner. In the blink of an eye, Duofu was at its owner's feet.

With its big head raised and paws outstretched, its two big eyes seemed to be telling me to lift it up.

Yinzhen hadn't noticed his little ancestor had arrived; he thought it was just Su Peisheng coming in to serve tea, so he didn't look up.

Coupled with his frustrations at court, he had even less inclination to pay attention to anything else.

Where did you expect that?

The usually lazy and listless Duofu would come to the Hall of Mental Cultivation on his own.

Since moving into the palace, this little tyrant has hardly come here. He always complained that it was too stuffy here, and after a few visits, he didn't want to come anymore.

No matter how he tried to coax him, he just wouldn't listen. He even said that he was too domineering, that he had to keep him by his side all day long, and that he had no freedom at all.

He came running over here all by himself today, so there's no doubt he has something to ask of him.

Although that's what he thought, Yinzhen was still very happy to bend down and hug the gas cylinder on the ground.

"What? You finally remembered me? I thought you, you little ingrate, were having a good time in the palace and had completely forgotten about me."

Duofu's big eyes were full of innocence. He just pretended not to understand, and his owner couldn't force him to say anything.

Where else is he heartless?

It's clearly his pet owner who has too much work to do. It's one thing to have a lot of work, but he also won't let him go out to play by himself.

It's infuriating that they've trapped him in this square palace.

"Woof woof ...

As he spoke, Duofu shook his smooth, glossy fur, which showed no sign of dullness.

It's clearly glossy and well-maintained; you can tell at a glance that it's been carefully cared for.

Yinzhen looked down at the dog's shiny fur. He couldn't see anything wrong with it. He had been feeding and caring for this little darling every day. When had he ever let his fur lose its luster?

It's just that I didn't let him go out and play by himself, why is he so resentful?

"How could I not have noticed? Your fur is even better than the finest mink fur in my private treasury."

Duofu showed no remorse for lying; on the contrary, the whole dog was perfectly justified.

"Woof woof woof awoof awoof woof woof." I'm in a bad mood, so my fur doesn't look as good. Look at the dull and lifeless fur on my head. It's much worse than before. Before, every hair would shine in the sunlight, but now... nowhere is that.

Dofu's statement is a bit of a stretch; his fur was originally golden, so of course it would shine in the sunlight.

Later it mutated and became grayish-brown, yet it still wanted to shine in the sunlight—how could that be possible?

The interruption eased Yinzhen's previously melancholy mood considerably, and he patted Duofu's head.

"Speak, what does my little darling want to do? As long as it's not too outrageous, I'll grant your request."

Upon hearing this guarantee, Duofu's eyes lit up, and he grabbed onto the dragon head on Yinzhen's clothes with both paws. In his excitement, he accidentally snagged the thread, but this was a routine occurrence, and Duofu glanced at it and didn't pay much attention.

"Woof woof woof woof woof woof woof woof." You said it yourself, hehe, my request is not excessive at all. I don't want to stay in the palace. Send me to the estate to play.

Yinzhen looked at the dragon head whose string had been caught again and smiled helplessly. He didn't know why, but Duofu's claws liked to grab the dragon head, and every time they managed to rip the string.