The young emperor had been writing a letter for over two hours. When Jiang Yuanxing was helping him wash up, he noticed he was yawning profusely and asked with concern, "Your Highness, would you like to sleep a little longer?"
Yan Chengyu waved his hand: "Banban, I'm fine. You go down first."
He hasn't finished his letter yet.
Jiang Yuanxing would not disobey him, but just called Wu Zhonghe.
Yan Chengyu straightened his back, yawned and rubbed his eyes. Wu Zhonghe saw this and started grinding ink for him: "Your Highness, did you study hard last night?"
"Otomo, I'm apologizing to my father." He quietly leaned closer and said, and after a while he added in a low voice: "Don't tell anyone."
"Whose someone else?" Emperor Mingxi walked around the screen and leisurely took the pen from his son. His expression was normal and there was no joy in it.
Yan Chengyu felt a little scalp numb at the thought of such a father. He said timidly, "Daddy, give it back to me."
"I refuse to do so." Despite saying this, the emperor held the paper down without even glancing at it. This was the respect a father should have.
Yan Chengyu hesitated for a moment, thinking that his father was already here, so he decided not to write the letter.
Then he said, "This is the apology letter I wrote to Dad."
The emperor's expression visibly relaxed. He had tossed and turned the previous night, wondering if he had frightened the child. He had come early this morning, intending to say something kind.
The brat knew he was wrong.
He held out his hand and motioned for his son to pick up the letter and give it to him.
Yan Chengyu misunderstood and stretched his head to put his face forward: "Father, Yu'er's face is not fat now."
The emperor was stunned for a long time, and he was no longer angry.
Although the young man loves to play, he remembers every detail of his time with his father. It has not changed in more than ten years. What else is there to say?
Emperor Mingxi touched his head and withdrew his hand, but Yan Chengyu fell on his knees: "Father, Ding Ding told me that you were not angry. Why are you angry now?"
The emperor sighed helplessly and did not answer.
What else could he say, what could he blame?
In public, he is a wise ruler praised by everyone, but in front of his father, he is still that silly fat son.
Just know how to act like a spoiled brat.
"I am not angry." Emperor Mingxi said concisely.
"Father, next time Yu'er takes you out to play, let Grandmother and Mother review the memorials!"
"Where are you going?"
“I haven’t thought about it yet!”
The emperor was silent.
"Father, when do you think we can go visit the world of Thanksgiving?"
"I don't know either."
"snort!"
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