What could the little dragon have done wrong? He was just a baby dragon that had only hatched a few days ago.
The shadow guard stood beside the cub, watching it cry loudly, looking completely helpless.
Just then, Emperor Chongle came in from the door. Children always feel guilty when they face their parents after doing something wrong, so he hid behind the shadow guard and secretly pushed the shadow guard forward a little.
The shadow guard met the pleading look in the dragon cub's eyes.
He hesitated for a moment, but seeing the little guy's teary eyes, for some reason, he found the courage to lie through his teeth:
"Your Majesty, I accidentally kicked down the side hall. Please punish me!"
Emperor Chongle looked at the shadow guards, whose physiques were exactly like his own. Even if they possessed great internal strength, they couldn't possibly kick down a palace with a single kick.
He then looked at his cub, so guilty it dared not meet his gaze:
"If it's collapsed, it's collapsed. Why make someone take the blame?"
"I'm not bewitched. I can't even tell who collapsed the side hall."
Is this a veiled way of saying that the cub is stupid?
No, this is just the baby's feeble, dying struggle.
The dragon cub resignedly closed its eyes, waiting for its father's scolding to end, but when Emperor Chongle walked up to the cub, it wanted to scold but couldn't bring itself to do so.
Don't be fooled by its size; who knows if it's crispy or not?
Besides, he raised the child himself, so it's not a problem for him to be a little unruly. What's the difference between this and raising an ordinary child who accidentally breaks some furniture?
There's no need to point at the child and scold them.
Emperor Chongle, who even spoils his child to the point of destroying the house, is a testament to the rumors of his excessive pampering.
The ministers who heard about this initially wanted to say something about how improper it was, but when they saw the people who had spontaneously come to kneel and worship outside the palace gates, they felt that it wasn't such a big deal that His Highness had caused the collapse of a side hall.
It wasn't until their routine court session ended that they saw the dragon cub, who had finally crawled out of its bedchamber to find its father, perched atop the highest palace in the royal palace, listlessly wagging its tail.
After all, he's grown up now and can't even go home anymore, let alone sleep and eat pastries properly, or play with the toys that used to belong to the cub.
So after waking up today, Zai used Didi Feilong to arrive at the place where Emperor Chongle was holding court.
Only when people see the enlarged version of the real dragon up close can they understand the shock it evokes.
It's a feeling that makes you dizzy and your blood rushes to your head.
After all, it is the true form of a dragon, and it has some similarities with the divine form of a deity. Ordinary people who see it will still be affected to some extent.
Forget about the thrill of actually glimpsing the secrets of heaven one day; just look at the cub's incredibly dazzling scales, and anyone who stares at it will see blood tears flow, and eventually its eyeballs will burst out, assimilated into irregular flesh and scales.
In addition, the pressure of the true dragon itself can resonate deep within the souls of all the people of Dayu, making them fervently submit without regard for anything else, and can also awaken them completely, turning them into death warriors who will conquer the Nine Provinces.
This is the profound connection between the dragon and every Dayu person in their blood.
Aside from those who spent every day with the little dragon cub and gained its approval and pardon, these people couldn't keep staring at Qianyuan's true form.
The little guy used to remember to add some mist to himself, but he didn't sleep well tonight. The floor was cold and hard, and he had some insomnia, so he didn't think about it.
Finally, as everyone stared at him dumbfounded, the cub came to his senses. A cold mist covered their faces, chilling them to the bone in the winter cold, and they finally came to their senses.
"Oh dear, why are you crying while looking at the young prince?"
"Pah, you're one to talk! You were secretly wiping away tears too."
"Your Highness's scales, though dazzlingly bright, are indeed beautiful beyond compare..."
"Actually, I can hardly believe it myself. Is this really His Highness, Prince Xiaolong?"
How did it transform overnight from a tiny, narrow strip to such a majestic and imposing figure?
Even the ministers showed some skepticism.
After all, the leap is too great; even the strongest heart couldn't handle it.
As Emperor Chongle left court, they vaguely saw the dragon crawl down and rub against him, wagging its tail happily.
The dragon's tail whipped up, sending the servants behind it into the gale, nearly lifting their feet off the ground.
Emperor Chongle: "You're going to knock me over."
The little guy stopped moving and stopped wagging its tail, but followed Emperor Chongle closely, as if a long tail was following Emperor Chongle.
The next second, the kid, annoyed that his dad was walking too slowly, picked him up in his mouth and flew away on a cloud.
For his father's sake, they were already flying at low altitude and maintaining a constant speed.
But this also caused a group of people below to stumble and frantically chase after them:
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Your Highness, please slow down!!!"
Someone, please save them!
Emperor Chongle was clearly in the prime of his life, young and vigorous, but even so, with the antics of his cubs, he felt like an old father who was losing his strength.
He was gently put down by the cub, and subtly rubbed his back, which he had almost strained, only to be nearly pushed off his feet by the cub.
The little guy seems eager to go into the bedroom with his father to rest.
But no matter how hard he tried to squeeze, he could only fit one head in, and there was a chance he would get stuck.
Emperor Chongle looked at the child who was about to cry and gently patted his head:
"Take it slow, make it smaller."
"With me here, I can handle anything. Don't be afraid or anxious. You are the prince of Great Yu, and this is your home too."
Emperor Chongle, drawing upon the few warm memories of his childhood, used such a gentle tone to coax the cub for the first time.
The child gradually calmed down from the initial panic and tried to recall the process of growing bigger.
Finally, the cub gradually shrank, shrinking until it became about the same size as an adult male.
Emperor Chongle also breathed a sigh of relief.
Now the baby can finally snuggle up to his dad comfortably.
Emperor Chongle held the child and comforted him, but he didn't rush to send the child back to his bedchamber. Instead, he took him to the bath to wash him properly.
Because of their special nature, the cubs could not be washed by servants. Emperor Chongle was also not comfortable entrusting his own child to others, so he had to personally brush the cubs' scales and wash their paws, washing them until they were almost paralyzed in the bath.
For the first time, Emperor Chongle treated a person with such patience—well, a dragon. He meticulously brushed away the dust trapped in the cub's scales.
You wouldn't know until you brush it, and what you find is shocking: the cub's shiny scales actually hide quite a bit of dust, and the entire bath is covered with a thin layer of dust.
The little dragon looked at the ash in the bathtub and realized that he had almost become a dirty little one. He watched his father gently washing him and was so moved that he burst into tears. He felt that he should also give his father a bath!
With a "whoosh," the dragon turned around, and a huge wave surged towards Emperor Chongle, soaking him completely.
"Dad! Wash! I'll wash Dad!"
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