It is obvious that Emperor Chongle has never raised cubs before.
His childhood sweetheart, the Crown Princess, came from another powerful family. After failing to poison him, she committed suicide by poisoning herself. After he ascended the throne, people sent women to his harem, but Emperor Chongle didn't trust any of them and refused to touch any of the women.
Lust is a cruel mistress; he is unwilling to indulge in it for fleeting pleasure and ruin himself, nor does he believe in the so-called word "love."
What affection can surpass the weight of a thousand pieces of gold, or disregard the desire for power and influence?
Disgusting, boring.
His small harem has also drawn the ire of his ministers, but due to the tyrant's reputation, no one dares to criticize him yet.
They would often mention to His Majesty how old their sons and daughters were, how considerate and clever they were, or how wonderful it would be to go home and enjoy family time after a long day.
But Emperor Chongle grew up amidst suspicion and framing, so how could he possibly feel pity for those children who were pitiful and weak and otherwise useless?
ridiculous.
He just felt that other people's children were noisy, spoiled, and foolish, just like those people.
Thinking about this, he felt that Qian Yuan was a good one. At least she was quiet, quite good-looking, and would choose a noble status for him.
The little boy, who had been thoroughly watered, had no idea what his father was thinking. He simply nestled into his father's palm as usual, seeking comfort.
"grumble……"
The little guy's voice wasn't loud to begin with, not even as noisy as a chick, and besides, he was right next to his guardian, a sweet and obedient little dumpling.
Okay, not dumplings, they're long strips.
Even after transforming into a dragon, Qianyuan still tried to curl himself up into a ball. Unfortunately, the little guy felt that his neck, body, and tail were all too long. It took him a long time to back up and park himself in his father's arms.
"grumble……"
The little guy finally gave up, lying straight in His Majesty's palm and rubbing his head against his father's fingertips.
Why isn't Daddy touching him yet?
Qianyuan waited for a long time but her father, who was as wooden as an elm, never came. So she tried to climb onto Emperor Chongle's shoulder and press her face against his.
Unlike the previous cub form, the little dragon cub's body is slightly cool, and its scales are as smooth as jade, with a very peculiar but exceptionally comfortable and easy-to-handle feel.
Moreover, the little guy's affection and attachment were conveyed to Emperor Chongle's heart with all his might.
Emperor Chongle twitched his fingers, reached out, and touched the little guy's forehead and chin, making Qianyuan squint her eyes and almost collapse, sliding off Emperor Chongle's shoulder.
Emperor Chongle chuckled, thinking that having such a pet wasn't so bad.
The boy also felt that although his father in this world was a bit gloomy and not very enthusiastic, he was otherwise a good person. He had plenty of food and clothes, and his father even let him lie on his head; his father must love him very much.
As the little one thought about it, he gently touched Emperor Chong Le's cheek with his kiss.
My little one loves you too~
Emperor Chongle felt the slightly cool breath on his face and was taken aback:
"You little dragon, you actually know how to take advantage of others."
In short, the two of them, who were completely on different wavelengths, got along harmoniously for the whole day.
Emperor Chongle did not insist that the dragon cub get off him. Instead, he let the cub lie on his shoulder and stroked its scales. He worked a good day in a good mood.
He didn't lose his temper or hurt anyone.
Such a peaceful day surprised the other palace servants, but they all felt that it must be the dragon cub that brought good luck to the Great Yu Dynasty.
Everyone couldn't help but look at Qianyuan with even more joy and peace.
Even Emperor Chong Le was forced to see the smiling faces of many people.
Those people usually keep their heads down, looking fearful and apprehensive, so their expressions are never visible.
Emperor Chongle glanced at Qianyuan, who was fast asleep nestled on his neck, and wondered if the little dragon cub's ability was to control people's minds.
Unexpectedly, he himself had already begun to change. His previous habit of never letting anyone get close to him was easily broken by the little dragon cub today.
Oh, and maybe there's one more thing: the little dragon cub isn't human.
When His Majesty returned to his bedchamber from his study that evening, the miniature dragon house he had ordered to be custom-made was already quietly placed on the table.
Emperor Chongle thought he was being very considerate by providing the cub with a realistic wooden house, complete with soft silk bedding, all made of the same materials as his own. In his opinion, this was already giving the cub a lot of face.
But when he grabbed the little guy to put him inside, the little dragon wouldn't let go.
He seemed to regard the emperor himself as his home, and he only felt comfortable when he was with Emperor Chongle; he couldn't sleep anywhere else.
"You still want to negotiate with me?"
Emperor Chongle sneered. He was used to being arrogant and had no pity for his cubs, especially since this one wasn't even his. He grabbed the dragon cub, walked outside the palace, and threw it away.
Kid: ? ? ?
The baby's tiny eyes were filled with shock at how its father dared to abandon its child.
With a "snap," the door slammed shut.
Qian Yuan glanced at the eunuch smiling at him from the doorway. The eunuch said gently, "Your Highness, let this servant take you to the side hall to rest. His Majesty's mood is unpredictable."
Qianyuan refused her father-in-law's offer.
He lay down on the soft lawn, but after rolling around a few times, he was still not very happy.
The cubs are long, and it seems that sadness takes a long time to accumulate before they can feel it.
The child's tears started falling without warning.
With a whoosh, thunder and lightning suddenly erupted.
The wet cubs climbed through the window into their father's bedroom, while the broken window relentlessly poured in the bitter wind and rain.
Emperor Chongle frowned, feeling his chest grow colder and colder, and some wet drops of water dripped down his face.
Is it raining inside?
He woke up in his dream and saw a huge shadow reflected outside the window.
Emperor Chongle walked over curiously, opened the window, and saw a terrifying beast with vertical pupils that was even larger than himself.
However, the beast's eyes showed no malice; when it saw him, its pupils even dilated slightly, turning into round, clear eyes.
Like a raccoon dog that starts acting cute and affectionate as soon as it sees its owner.
The owner of that beast-eyed creature seemed to feel the same way, wagging its tail as soon as it saw him. Although Emperor Chongle couldn't see the beast's tail, he could guess how big and powerful it was based on the loud noise of the house being smashed outside.
The beast that caused this disaster strained its eyes toward the window, trying to get closer, and spoke in a pitiful voice:
"Daddy, it's so cold outside! Why did you leave me outside?"
"Dad, don't you want me anymore?"
As they were talking, with a loud crash, the roof above Emperor Chongle's head was blown off, and he finally saw the culprit's full face.
A dragon cub, magnified countless times, was perched atop his palace. Its body was majestic and sacred, yet its eyes and voice still betrayed its grievances. A gigantic dragon head loomed close to him, its eyes brimming with tears enough to drown him.
"Dad, I want to go home..."
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