However, Qianyuan was unwilling to step down from her new guardian.
His body was too short, so he clung tightly to Emperor Chongle's two fingers, as if he couldn't be pulled off, and even made chirping protesting noises.
Emperor Chongle raised an eyebrow.
"Why are you so clingy?"
A slight smirk played on his lips, revealing a cold, sarcastic smile: "I'm not your father."
It's Dad!
The little dragon shook its head and chirped even louder.
"His Majesty……"
Well then, with all the civil and military officials watching, Emperor Chongle could only endure it for the time being.
However, by the time the court session ended, the little dragon cub was already hanging around Emperor Chongle's neck as an ornament in full view of everyone.
The little dragon cub was still too short to bite its own tail. It wrapped its arms around Emperor Chongle's neck and chased its tail around twice before getting too sleepy and falling asleep on the spot.
The speed and the heaviness of the movement made it seem as if the little dragon had already kicked the bucket.
Emperor Chongle took off the dragon-shaped pendant from his neck, pinched the dragon cub's belly, and found that it was still rising and falling, but it was sleeping too soundly, as if it were dead.
Emperor Chongle had never seen such a heartless creature before; this was the first time in thirty years he had been so speechless.
It doesn't look very real from a distance, but once you hold it in your hand, you'll find that this little guy is only about the length of two arms. Its white scales faintly reflect blue light, making it as dreamlike and dazzling as a dream.
However, its short and chubby appearance is too unbecoming of a true dragon's majesty.
Emperor Chongle didn't expect this little thing to bring him anything. He carried the dragon cub back to his bedchamber, thinking that he could leave the cub to the servants to take care of, while he needed to eat breakfast and then start reviewing memorials and doing his work.
But as soon as Emperor Chongle sat down, the little one opened his eyes instantly upon smelling the aroma of food.
Wow, it's been so long since I've had a hot, normal meal!
It smells so good!
The cub, which had only recently gotten used to walking on two legs, now had a new four-wheel drive body. It wriggled its tail as it climbed onto the table, looked at the Manchu Han Imperial Feast on the table, and then at its new guardian.
Even that cold, gloomy face became much more approachable.
Qianyuan still vaguely remembered the previous world—sweet and warm. He rested his head on the back of Chong Le Di's hand, wanting to touch it first.
You have to stick the sticker on your dad's face before you eat.
Her moist eyes held a deep longing that was difficult for others to perceive.
It is the chick's affection for its young, and also the chick's trust in its "father".
"So cute... Prince Dragon is so adorable..."
The eunuch beside him couldn't help but say.
But Emperor Chongle only darkened his eyes.
He watched as the dragon cub nuzzled against him ingratiatingly before turning to head toward the food on the table. However, the dragon cub had no hands or tentacles, its claws were unusable, its head was too heavy to lift, and its baby teeth were even more of a problem.
After much effort, the child resolutely bit the rim of the bowl and sucked on it for a long time, but he didn't even manage to suck off a single hair from the rim. It's unclear whether he tasted anything or realized that he wasn't actually eating any tender chicken.
"Oh dear, look at this..."
Emperor Chongle remained silent for a long time. After thinking about it, he realized he shouldn't bother with such a trivial thing, so he nodded and instructed the eunuch to pull the little dragon off the rim of the bowl.
"grumble……?"
The child sensed an aura that did not belong to its guardian. Having spent too long in the deep palace, the hearts of people were unpredictable, and these auras were too complex and chaotic. The little guy was so frightened that he screamed pitifully, like a pig about to be caught and slaughtered.
"Chirp—chirp—!"
The dragon cub poked its head out and looked at Emperor Chongle, as if to say, "Dad, save me!"
Emperor Chongle looked at him coldly.
But the cub didn't notice any of this; he was too busy trying to escape.
The cub mustered up a mountain-like spirit, and I, with the same spirit as the mountain, nimbly wriggled a couple of times in my father-in-law's hand, crawled out of his grasp, and then spread my claws, recalling when I had wings before, and tried hard to learn to fly!
Finally, it crashed headlong into Emperor Chongle's toes.
They didn't even hurt anyone.
Only after the little guy was dizzy for a while, and then realized that someone was going to grab him again, he quickly climbed up his guardian's feet and onto the emperor's shoulder, and then, relying on his guardian's power, he started chirping.
What a sycophantic, servile look!
However, the clumsy series of movements of the cub finally amused and pleased Emperor Chongle.
I don't know who she learned it from.
For the first time, Emperor Chongle took Qianyuan into his hands, poked his head, and then affectionately picked up some food from his own bowl to share with the dragon cub.
He watched the cubs devour their food, a slightly unsettling smile playing on his lips the entire time.
As if observing something new and interesting, Emperor Chongle watched with great interest as his son ate a small plate of food, then turned over and lay on his back in his arms, belly up.
I'm almost satisfied with the empty space milking.
"His Majesty……"
The person next to him wanted to give him a different set of dishes.
"It's alright."
Emperor Chongle seemed to have a better appetite today, asking for more rice twice before finally putting down his chopsticks.
The others seemed to have long been accustomed to His Majesty's unpredictable temperament. Whenever there was something new and interesting, His Majesty would like it very much, but once he got bored with it, he would quickly discard it like worn-out shoes and carelessly have it cleaned up.
Moreover, His Majesty's desire for control is too strong; becoming something His Majesty likes is not a good thing.
No one else was qualified to comment on this. At most, they would mutter to themselves, look at the cute little dragon with pity, and then remove the dishes as His Majesty instructed, bringing him a basin of water.
His Majesty actually wanted to personally wipe the cub's body.
However, he wouldn't let the cub enjoy himself so easily. Instead, he would force the cub, who was full and drowsy, onto the table, make him get up, and try to please him.
The cub was still confused, and he felt that he was even less familiar with this body than Emperor Chong Le, and he didn't know if he could touch water. But when he saw the familiar basin and the large vat of water, the genes etched into his bones were activated again, and he swam in on his own.
A few tiny bubbles blew out of the dragon cub's mouth and nose.
Seeing the cub lying so peacefully at the bottom of the water, Emperor Chongle assumed that it was a good swimmer and perhaps a dragon transformed from a jiao (a type of dragon).
It wasn't until the old man who was handing me a handkerchief said, "Hey, why is the water in the basin getting less?"
His Majesty then noticed that the water in the basin was slowly sliding down at a barely perceptible speed.
Emperor Chongle: "..."
He reached out and scooped Qianyuan up.
Thinking she couldn't finish drinking the water and was about to drown, Qianyuan finally took a breath and let out a burp full of water vapor.
Emperor Chongle: I've never been so speechless in my life.
He wiped the little dragon's scales with a handkerchief. After being washed, the scales were indeed more radiant, revealing a clarity and beauty that no jade or jewel could imitate.
Only then did he realize that the cub was a dragon.
The feeling I just experienced was so unreal. What kind of dragon would act like that? Are all the cubs in the world so foolish?
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