The little guy just didn't want to take on this heavy responsibility so soon.
He felt that he hadn't done well enough and wasn't as good as his father.
But before he could explain, Ning Guanyan began to lecture him earnestly and patiently.
Ning Guanyan cared for Qian Yuan more than he did for his own children, and he poured a lot of effort into Qian Yuan as well.
Moreover, Qian Yuan is so precious, possessing the body of a true dragon, yet she is in poor health. She cannot be beaten, and educating her requires even more effort.
Ning Guanyan's chanting skills have now reached a high level.
He couldn't discipline Qianyuan, but he could scold him. He scolded him until Qianyuan's head was spinning, and he scolded him until his ears were calloused. Even when the little guy covered his ears, he still had a buzzing auditory hallucination.
"I was wrong... I'm sorry, Master Ning..."
The little one nestled in Emperor Chongle's arms, his eyes swollen with tears.
Emperor Chongle was indeed an emperor who did not follow the rules. He was used to doing whatever he wanted. He had just said that the little guy was too disobedient and should be punished, but now that he saw how pitiful Qianyuan was, he softened and picked up the little guy's head to cover his ears.
"Alright, Ning Qing, stop talking."
"The matter has been decided, and from now on, you two will need to do your best to assist the young prince."
At this moment, Qianyuan poked his head out from Emperor Chongle's arms, still feeling uncertain about whether he could shoulder the responsibility of the country.
He said, "But Father, I am no longer a true dragon. I am just an ordinary person."
Upon hearing this, Emperor Chongle lowered his head, stroked Qianyuan's wrist bones, and examined his silky black hair.
For some reason, it seemed that Emperor Chongle, knowing that he had become an ordinary person, only felt joy and had no regrets.
"What's there to be afraid of? Aren't the million court officials ordinary people? Aren't the common people ordinary people? Besides, you have my blood, you are a member of my imperial family, my only offspring, how can you not be a chosen one of heaven? A true dragon bloodline?"
Qianyuan: "Okay..."
Emperor Chongle was never insecure, and the little guy couldn't refute his reasoning.
Moreover, Emperor Chongle seemed quite satisfied with Qianyuan's current state. It wasn't that he wanted Qianyuan to be more fragile, but rather that he felt it was good that Qianyuan had lost that great power and gotten rid of those mysterious things, and could grow up normally and healthily like other children.
Emperor Chongle seemed to be able to guess that the current Qianyuan was the original Qianyuan.
He's just a child who hasn't grown up yet.
Emperor Chongle ordered the palace servants to bring the clothes that had been prepared for Prince Xiaolong and to change Qianyuan into them again, insisting that he do it himself. Emperor Chongle wanted to change Qianyuan's clothes personally.
Rather than changing clothes, Emperor Chongle was actually checking Qianyuan's body, measuring his current height and body size.
"Why is it still the same as before?"
Qianyuan is not short, but she is still somewhat thin, and she is not nearly as tall as her father.
Emperor Chongle, standing nearly 1.9 meters tall, coupled with his ever-present aura of superiority, appeared a whole size wider than Qianyuan, enough to easily hold the little guy in his arms.
Qianyuan pursed her lips: "I'm still growing!"
"So you went to the backyard and fought with the palace servants for steamed buns while you were growing?"
Qianyuan: ...
"Oh, I forgot, my son always helped me take my tonics, didn't he?"
Qianyuan, like a guilty puppy caught by its parents, silently turned its face away and focused its gaze on the ground in the face of Emperor Chongle's questioning.
Okay, you've already admitted it without being asked.
Emperor Chongle laughed. He thought of the uneven tonic and the barley soup from that night. He moved closer to Qianyuan and said:
"Make me a fresh bowl of soup later, and I won't hold it against you."
"All right……"
The little guy nodded, tucked between Chong Le Di's legs like a little mushroom, squatted down, and let his father comb his hair.
After tidying herself up, Qianyuan regained her sparkly appearance.
Emperor Chongle even specially dressed Qianyuan in a garment embroidered with golden dragons. He never thought it was improper; on the contrary, he was very interested in the parent-child outfits that the cub had mentioned before, which is why he ordered this garment to be made.
But before Qianyuan could put it on, she flew away.
But now my dream has finally come true.
Emperor Chongle, dressed in a large dragon robe, and Qianyuan, dressed in a small dragon robe, arrived before the hall. By this time, the civil and military officials had already obtained the general information from Ning Guanyan, and seeing the father and son appear in such a high-profile manner, they were so anxious that they forgot everything else and asked questions one after another:
"Your Majesty, how is the young prince's health? Is he any stronger? Will the young prince go missing again? Have the thieves who abducted the young prince been dealt with?"
"Your Majesty, these clothes... well, never mind, the young prince has only been on the throne for a short time, and our Ministry of Rites can't possibly prepare them!"
"What about a name? The young prince's name and reign title must be carefully chosen to bring good fortune and health."
"His Majesty……"
"His Majesty……"
The court was bustling with activity, but it seemed that everyone had agreed with Emperor Chongle's proposal, and there was even a sense that "you should go down now!"
It seems the imperial court has long been burdened by Emperor Le!
Regardless, Emperor Chongle was still the most tyrannical of all!
He was too domineering and arbitrary, leaving the officials with no foothold or room to maneuver.
Now, they can finally look forward to a wise and benevolent ruler, a true Son of Heaven!
The little guy listened with his eyes half-closed the whole time, feeling like his brain was degenerating again.
Until Emperor Chongle chuckled softly:
"Goodness, they all think you're easy to bully? What should we do? Should we give them a taste of their own medicine?"
Qian Yuan opened her eyes, looked at Emperor Chong Le who was coaxing her, and then at the civil and military officials who each had their own thoughts. After thinking for a moment, she felt that she could also let out a dragon's roar.
Because he was once a dragon, he knows how to do it.
The little guy turned his head, and before the dragon's roar could even be uttered, he felt a heat in his body. It turned out that the main system had given him new power again.
So the officials, just like Emperor Chongle that day, experienced the pressure of having their houses flooded with dragon tears and having their roofs ripped off and boxes opened.
A beautiful, enormous dragon coiled on the roof beam, seemingly capable of terrifying the courtiers with a single breath.
Emperor Chongle sat on the dragon throne, looking like an immortal who had tamed a giant dragon.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty——"
Before Emperor Chongle could speak, the giant dragon turned around and appeared in front of the minister.
The ministers were speechless.
Emperor Chongle then said, "Very well, if there are no objections, this morning court session is over. My beloved ministers, you may leave the court."
The courtiers vanished in the blink of an eye. Emperor Chongle had never noticed that his beloved ministers actually possessed the talent for 100-meter sprinting.
But now, he has to take care of a two-ton baby again.
The enormous dragon rolled down, nuzzled its head against him, and emitted a deep, guttural "chirp."
Chong Le Di: A familiar feeling, a familiar recipe.
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