Zai himself expended a lot of effort to travel from the Tianyan Sect to the imperial palace in the human realm. No matter what, his short wings can't fly that far now.
If the child really walks on his own, it will probably take him several days.
The main system had to help him: "Your father has a teleportation talisman. Look among his pile of treasures."
The cub said in a very, very soft voice, but with deep emotion, "Thank you, human—"
Although this little person always lived in his head, he was a good little person who helped the cub time and time again. So, to express his gratitude, the cub said:
"You can live in my head, or you can live in my body. My body is quite round, so you can roll around and jump around inside without any problem."
"We are good neighbors~"
The main system replied in a businesslike tone: "Thank you, but it's not necessary."
But his gaze involuntarily fell on the cub's round, furry chest.
If you could really roll around in there...
The cub arrived at the palace via a teleportation talisman, and after many hardships, finally reached his father's bedchamber.
Fortunately, his father doesn't like to leave anyone to watch over him when he sleeps, otherwise, with the baby climbing out the window, it would be hard to avoid being discovered.
"call--"
Exhausted, Zai sat on the edge of Emperor Chongle's bed and sighed softly.
The little dumpling-sized body looks like it's about to melt.
After resting for a while, he cautiously peeked out—
Father's hair was loose, and he was sleeping on his side in an embracing position, but his arms were empty, missing a small, soft body.
Those palace servants, thinking themselves clever, made him a fake swaddling cloth, but were driven out by Emperor Chongle, who still held the title of tyrant, and were no longer allowed to enter the palace.
His child cannot be replaced by these things.
He's not stupid; he's not so easily fooled or manipulated.
Your heart is as deep as the sea; how could you presume to assume he's a childless widow?
He can only have one child, Qianyuan; no other children, no matter what, are allowed.
Emperor Chongle's palm was empty, but he preferred to have nothing at all.
He doesn't want cheap emotions, he only wants the love of his cubs.
The little boy carefully walked past his father's cool hair spread out on the bed and came to his father. The little boy could not resist the temptation and wanted to snuggle into his father's arms.
If he lies down, everything will go back to the way it was before, back to the days when his father was here. Back then, when he got hot at night, he would secretly climb out and cling to the pillars of the dragon bed. He would grind his teeth on them, rub against the dragon's horns, and there were even children's drawings that his son had made on them in the corner.
All the traces are just as they were yesterday, as if the child had never left.
The boy's beady eyes were bright and glistening with tears. He wanted to get closer to see if his father was having a nightmare, but he was startled by Emperor Chongle's sudden turn and his hair stood on end.
The child was almost scared to death.
The cub realized he couldn't stay there forever, nor could he wait for Emperor Chongle to wake up. So he could only do nothing, just squat on his father's chest, look at his father's face, and leave when he had seen enough.
This time he reduced his weight and felt as light as a feather.
A pair of beady eyes stared solemnly and dignifiedly at Emperor Chongle in the deep darkness of the night: *Stare*
Emperor Chongle frowned, as if he had been frightened by the naughty boy in his dream.
It's okay, the child exists to drive away the danger to his father!
The cub moved closer, furrowing its brows almost imperceptibly, and even lowering its beady eyes, giving it a fierce look.
Emperor Chongle seemed to be breathing more heavily.
Hmm, Daddy must be asleep again.
The confident boy didn't notice that Emperor Chongle's hand, which was placed beside him, moved slightly.
Emperor Chongle was actually half-asleep from the noise of the child entering, and he felt a resentful gaze fixed on him, making him breathless and his hands and feet cold.
Emperor Chongle remained still and waited patiently for a long time before reaching out and grabbing a panicked little furball.
"Chirp chirp chirp!"
The fluffy ball didn't hurt his hand, even though he could clearly feel its trembling body. No matter how tightly Emperor Chongle held it, the little one didn't peck him.
Emperor Chongle opened his eyes, wanting to see what the fur ball looked like, who sent it, or whether it had accidentally wandered in.
He was incredibly audacious to enter the palace and launch a sneak attack on the emperor, yet he was so unskilled, constantly making mistakes.
So clumsy that Emperor Chongle wasn't angry at all, he just found it funny.
This feeling was also familiar to him.
"Are you the fat bird that bumped into me yesterday?"
The cub paused, and upon hearing what Emperor Chongle said, it felt even more important not to let him discover that this fat bird was its child.
The cub could only struggle with all its might, and finally, taking advantage of Emperor Chongle's inattention, it broke free from the large hand's restraint and flew away unsteadily.
They smashed the window again as they left.
The palace servants were terrified and asked Emperor Chongle if he wanted someone to help him exorcise the evil spirits so that he wouldn't encounter such strange things again, but Emperor Chongle seemed quite interested in those things.
So the palace servants could only keep quiet and watch as Emperor Chongle arranged for increased vigilance at night, and to report to him immediately if any suspicious creatures were caught.
Even though the kid was discovered, he still doesn't learn his lesson.
Today he was thinking about visiting his father, tomorrow he was thinking about visiting Master Ning, and the day after tomorrow he wanted to see Changxiu and his brother, the Shadow Guard.
However, every time he secretly watched it from a corner, he would still uncontrollably follow his father's direction.
Father is wearing imperial robes. Father is sitting in his study reviewing memorials. Father is discussing strategies with his ministers. Father is going out to look at the lotus flowers.
The little guy's steps were very small. He hid in the shadows, chasing after his father's figure, crossing one high threshold after another, following his family's footsteps in a disheveled but determined manner.
Emperor Chongle can now feel that tangible, burning gaze even during the day.
If Emperor Chongle were to look carefully, he would be able to spot a fleeting dark shadow in the corner.
The footsteps followed them hurriedly and frantically. He would take two steps, while the little guy would take a dozen or so, often falling down.
He broke several thresholds.
However, sometimes the little guy's gaze wasn't on him, but on Ning Guanyan.
Emperor Chongle raised an eyebrow, seemingly somewhat displeased.
Ning Guanyan was betrothed to him a year ago, and now that his wife is pregnant, what other little brat could he possibly bring back?
They know absolutely nothing about male virtues.
How can a prime minister act so improperly?
Ning Guanyan has been inexplicably harassed by His Majesty these past two days, leaving even himself bewildered.
At this moment, his arch-rival Changxiu seized the opportunity to approach His Majesty.
However, just like Ning Guanyan, he was still angered by Emperor Chongle because of the cub's gaze.
Even when Emperor Chongle's shadow guards came to report, this little dumpling kept staring at them!
Emperor Chongle's face darkened, feeling that this little guy had too many targets.
Wasn't he supposed to be good at picking people? How come his taste has gotten worse, choosing one of his ministers instead?
Who can compare to him?
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