He covered Xuan Yuncheng's ears, glanced sideways at Ye'an, and narrowed his eyes dangerously, "Let Ye Chen deal with her, and don't let her appear in front of Xiaoxiao again."
"Oh, your majesty."
Ye An nodded and left Taiyi Palace.
The little guy tilted his head in confusion, staring at Xuan Yanyu with his bright eyes without blinking. The man let go and tapped his forehead, "Hurry up and eat."
"Oh." The little guy happily lowered his head and ate the dish that Xuan Yanyu picked for him.
He felt that his father still liked him a little.
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After lunch, Xuan Yuncheng lay on Xuan Yanyu's bed, excitedly hugging the soft pillow and turning around on the bed.
He looked up and saw the portraits of Xuan Yanyu and Yan Yuning hanging on the bed. He blinked and asked the question he had always been curious about in a soft voice, "Father, why did you hang the portrait in the middle of the bed? Why didn't you paint Xiaoxiao?"
Xuan Yanyu stared at the portrait in a trance. He lowered his eyes and scratched the tip of the little guy's nose, and said slowly, "You will die in the future. You will also be in the portrait. At that time, you will still be in your mother's belly."
The little fellow nodded and looked at the portrait. The more he looked at it, the more it resembled the person who claimed to be his successor.
"Father." The little guy tugged at the man's sleeve and spoke hesitantly, "Have you brought the woman who claims to be your son's concubine to the palace?"
Xuan Yanyu frowned and changed the subject, "Xuan Yuncheng, I heard the other day that you were sick this morning and couldn't go to the morning class, is that right?"
The little fellow shrank his neck and said weakly, "No, Father heard it wrong."
Xuan Yanyu leaned lazily on the bed, looking at the little guy with his head down, looking pitiful, with great interest.
"I was wrong. I shouldn't have avoided early classes just to get a little more sleep."
"Don't do it again." The man pulled the quilt over the little guy and said, "Close your eyes and take a nap."
"Yes, father, there won't be a next time." Xuan Yuncheng nodded obediently.
After closing his eyes for a while, the little guy opened his eyes and reminded him, "Father, don't forget to have someone..."
"Xuan Yuncheng!" Xuan Yanyu's expression was mixed with coldness. He looked at the frightened little guy coldly and said in a deep voice, "No one can replace you as the Queen. If I hear you call someone else the Queen again, you don't have to call me Father anymore in the future."
The little fellow nodded with red eyes, "Father...I understand."
"Okay, go to sleep." Xuan Yanyu's voice softened.
"Yeah." The little guy's shoulders twitched as he suppressed his tears.
Xuan Yanyu pursed his lips, patted the little guy's back, and explained to him softly, "Xiaoxiao, your queen loves you very much. If she knew that you called someone else queen, how sad would she be?"
The little fellow wanted to talk but stopped himself. He really felt that the woman who hugged him in the Prince's Mansion was his queen. She was very kind, very kind. If he shook off her hand in the past, would she be very sad?
"Father, I want to go back home." After hesitating for a moment, Xuan Yuncheng sat up, lifted the brocade quilt, and was about to get off the bed.
The emperor will not bring her to the palace, so he should go back home to take a look.
He went back to take a look, and it was the same when he returned to the palace.
The man stretched out his long arms to stop him, and said in a low voice full of displeasure, "What are you doing back home?"
Xiao Jia pursed his lips, not daring to look up, and stammered, "Your son...your son..."
The man's mouth curled up in sarcasm, "Go back and see the person who claims to be your queen? Really? You didn't listen to what the emperor said just now, right?"
This is the good child that Ningning gave birth to at the cost of her life.
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