Fusu did not expect that after drinking the water of the Wei River, the Spring Festival, which was originally held smoothly, would suddenly undergo unexpected changes.
In a few breaths, all the officials, palace maids, and guards present fell to the ground, while the remaining guards drew their swords and rushed towards the altar.
"Protect the emperor!"
"Protect the emperor!"
“…”
In an instant, the scene became extremely chaotic.
The emperor remained calm and composed as he continued the sacrificial ceremony, with only a hint of imperceptible disappointment flashing in his eyes.
Fusu was half-kneeling on the ground, but he still managed to knock down an assassin.
"Ahem...don't hurt my father..."
During the fight, a faint voice suddenly sounded in Hun Dun's mind, and it seemed a little familiar.
"Huh? Xiaomu?!"
"And the Emperor?!"
"I... am I back again?"
"Forget it, let's solve the problem first and then reminisce about the past."
"Brother..."
Fusu muttered absentmindedly, and before he fainted, the only thing left in his eyes was the figure that looked like his father.
He is still as tall as he was back then.
Like an insurmountable mountain.
When Ying Zheng threw the last piece of topaz into the Wei River, a familiar voice in his ears made his expression suddenly change.
He immediately turned around and saw the figure he had been thinking about day and night.
"Zhao Zhao!"
"Father!"
The young man was also wearing a dragon robe and a crown on his head. His face looked much more mature and steady, and he also had the majesty of an emperor.
He smiled brilliantly, still possessing the carefree youthfulness of those days, as if nothing had changed.
"Father, please help me take care of these two little guys. I'll take care of these garbage that's in the way first."
Before Ying Zheng could answer, two soft, white and tender little babies appeared in his arms.
He looked left and right, then lowered his eyes to stare at the little girl on his right, lost in thought.
Could this be his...
Grandchildren?
"Huff—"
"What happened? Where is this?"
Ying Luan rubbed her nose and blinked in confusion.
When she saw her brother fighting heartily, she stopped thinking and jumped up excitedly.
"Brother, why didn't you call me when you were fighting?"
"I want to come too, I want to come too!"
"Sister, even if you jump now, you can't hit the enemy's knees."
"What...Huh? Why did you become smaller, brother?"
"...Silly sister."
"I'm not stupid!"
Ying Zheng looked at the two little people chattering in his arms, and the corners of his lips unconsciously rose slightly.
After Ying Luan accepted the fact that she had become a child, she slowly discovered that she was being held by someone.
She looked up curiously and saw a familiar face.
"Ah! Father!"
"Why are you here too? Luan'er missed you so much~"
The chubby little ball hugged the emperor and acted coquettishly, her sweet little voice full of admiration, so cute that people's hearts would melt.
But Ying Zheng was suddenly stunned.
Father?!
This is not his granddaughter, but his daughter? ! !
Hu Hai, who was ready to sacrifice his life to save the emperor, was even more shocked.
How come things became so strange in the blink of an eye?
This was not their original plan!
Who is the young man in front of him who is killing everyone and stealing his credit?
How dare you wear the dragon robe in front of your father, and exceed the dragon's authority. Aren't you afraid of being killed along with your entire clan?
And who are the two little brats clinging to their father's arms?
Father has never hugged him!
Hu Hai's mind was in a mess. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He forgot to pretend for a moment, and a hint of murderous intent appeared in his eyes.
Ying Jue had sharp senses and immediately detected the malicious intent of the feminine boy.
He feigned fear and shrank into his father's arms, his big watery eyes looking innocent and pitiful.
"Father, that big brother is so fierce. Doesn't he like me and my sister?"
Upon hearing this, Ying Zheng looked up and caught the unfriendly gaze of Eighteenth Son, which he had no time to retract.
He frowned and softened his voice to soothe.
"Don't worry about it. If he dares to bully you, tell Father."
Just as the father and his two sons were showing their affection, the assassins on the altar were all dealt with by Ying Zhao.
He restrained the last assassin, handed him over to the guards, and gave cold orders.
"Interrogate this man carefully."
"Also, keep the prison under strict supervision and don't let this man die 'accidentally'."
Hearing this, Li Si's eyes flickered.
Especially after seeing the returning young man, a drop of cold sweat couldn't help but flow down his forehead, and a trace of regret arose in his heart.
If he was the heir chosen by His Majesty, how could he, and how dare he, have any other thoughts?
Unfortunately, once the arrow is shot, there is no turning back.
He had no choice.
On the other side, on the altar.
The guards did not respond immediately, but looked at the emperor hesitantly.
Ying Zheng nodded slightly, his voice majestic and cold.
"Do as you say, sir."
After the guards took the assassin away, Ying Zhao couldn't wait to step forward and give his father a big hug.
"Father, long time no see, Zhao Zhao misses you so much~"
"Oh, you miss me? Then why didn't you come to see me all these years?"
"Hehe, there's nothing I can do. I'm busy reviewing memorials every day and don't get enough sleep..."
"You ascended the throne?"
"That's right... As long as he's not blind, the throne will belong to you."
"Hahaha, Your Majesty, thank you for your praise. It's mainly because of your good teaching."
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