Qinglong nodded, saying nothing more. He had no special connection with Emperor Chongle, and there was no need for him to stay any longer. So he reached into his sleeve, tucked the child inside, and disappeared.
Emperor Chongle looked in the direction where the Azure Dragon had disappeared, and only now did he reveal a look of loss.
"His Majesty?"
"I have nothing to do."
Emperor Chongle had been disappointed so many times that his heart was no longer stirred, but today he felt a strange sense of loss, as if he had missed something important...
Emperor Chongle touched his chest. The spot where the small creature that looked like a bird had hit him had completely healed, without a single scratch. However, his chest still felt faintly hot.
Was that "father" just his hallucination?
Late at night, a chubby little bird sneaked into the palace.
He was still worried about his father and planned to come back to check on him when no one was looking.
The boy had quite a thrilling night. He went to sleep as soon as he got home, but in the middle of the night, he secretly opened his eyes and found that his father had transformed into a dragon and was using him as a small pillow under his head.
The child tried several times, and accidentally plucked a dragon whisker from his father's head to confirm that his father would not wake up.
The cub rolled around and finally managed to crawl out from under its father's head, but worried that its father might get a stiff neck, so it could only try to support its father's head with its wings and use its claws to hook a large gemstone from the side.
Hmm... It's a bit hard, it might hurt Dad's dragon horns, but it shouldn't cause a stiff neck.
The child didn't care about anything else and turned to fly away.
If he doesn't hurry, his father will be going to the morning court session soon!
Ugh, why are mortals even more cunning than cultivators?!
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