"!"

Defu's back was stiff, and he felt a chill. He was so frightened that his soul almost flew away. He stammered:

"Old, old slave... Even if you give me twelve lives, I would not dare to lie to you! This palace is your world. If I lie, you can find out by just asking people to investigate. If I still lie to you, wouldn't that be the same as seeking my own death..."

He kowtowed, one kowtow after another:

"Your Highness Prince Li, please treat the Emperor well. I am willing to follow your lead. I am loyal to you!"

He pleaded humbly and devoutly.

Zong Zhengli looked at him with eyes as sharp as an eagle, as if he was trying to determine whether his words were true or not.

Defu is an old man who has served the emperor for more than 40 years and is the person who knows the emperor best. His words cannot be false, unless he doesn't want to live anymore.

Well then!

This person is familiar with various matters in the palace, such as the transfer of power and authority and the allocation of officials, so it would be useful to keep him around.

"Get out of here."

"Yes, yes, thank you, Your Highness Prince Li, thank you very much..." De Fu was so scared that his face turned pale, his legs were shaking like a sieve, and he stumbled out.

"Your Majesty, the emperor's eldest grandson is crying and no matter how hard we try to comfort him, he won't stop crying!"

A palace maid came over anxiously, holding Zong Zheng Ziye.

"Give it to me." A hint of urgency flashed across Zong Zhengli's brows.

He was ruthless and didn't even blink an eye at other things, but when it came to this child, it was obvious that he cared about it.

“Wow! Wow—”

In the cradle, the child opened his mouth wide, crying with tears streaming down his face, waving his little hands around, seeming very anxious and uneasy.

Zong Zhengli shook him and tried to coax him, but it was useless.

"Feeding?"

The maid hurriedly said, "They have all been fed and their diapers have been changed."

Zong Zhengli frowned.

The child cried so hard that his eardrums rang.

The usually well-behaved child seemed to have noticed something and started crying anxiously.

He stared at the crying little face, staring and staring, and suddenly said: "It seems that you still can't leave your mother."

The maid said, "I will go and invite the princess to come over..."

"Who asked you to meddle in other people's business?" he shouted angrily.

The maid was startled, "Your Majesty..."

"Get out!"

“Ah… yes, yes…”

The maid didn't dare to say anything more and ran away. Didn't the prince mean to let the princess take care of the child? Why was the prince so angry when the princess was mentioned?

Zong Zhengli held the child in his arms and was about to leave when he glanced at the emperor out of the corner of his eye.

Suddenly smiled:

"There's one thing I forgot to tell you."

He glanced at the child in his arms and curled his lips: "Zong Zheng Ziye is actually the child of Prince Chen."

The emperor was stunned for a moment, as if he had not yet reacted.

"A month ago, I deliberately made Qin Ye and Qin Jiaojiao give birth on the same day, and bribed the midwife and the female doctor to switch Qin Ye's children. In fact, Qin Ye gave birth to twins, and Zong Zheng Luqin is my daughter."

"Well!"

The emperor's eyes widened, veins popped out on his forehead, his eyes turned bloodshot with anger, and he almost wanted to tear the person in front of him apart alive.

The anger after knowing the truth!

He was filled with rage, but he was forced to hold it in his stomach. He couldn't move, and he couldn't vent it. The suppressed rage made his body tremble violently.

"Ugh! Ugh!"

I was so angry that I couldn't speak.

Zong Zhengli smiled, "Look at how you look now, so pitiful."

“Wow!”

"Son, don't cry," he patted the swaddling clothes gently and said lovingly, "I know what you are thinking. Don't worry, your father will go and call your mother back now."