Yan Qingyun was still lying unconscious on the bench, but His Majesty refused to leave. How could Prince An's men dare to go forward to treat him?
After watching the show for such a long time, Emperor Mingxi finally stood up.
He stood with his back to the crowd, his hands behind his back. His tall figure brought a strong sense of oppression, and Emperor Mingxi turned his head slightly to glance at Prince An.
That look was frosty and snowy, filled with boundless coldness.
Seeing this, Prince An knelt on the ground, not daring to look up.
"I don't care how you treat my daughter like a piece of trash, nor do I care that your son favors his concubine over his wife. If it weren't for..."
Emperor Mingxi was rarely so cold in front of Yan Chengyu, and the little prince was a little surprised.
Like a little penguin, he tiptoed and tried to crawl into his father's arms.
Emperor Mingxi said no more, bent down and held him in his arms.
He said lightly, "Take care of yourself."
He left with a group of people, and Wen Hui followed behind.
Prince An remained kneeling, and did not dare to stand up until the emperor had left Prince An's mansion for a long time.
"Father..." Yan Zeli wanted to say something, but the gloomy Prince An slapped him in the face, "Shut up, idiot!"
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"Son, your dad is too scary." 1002 was so scared that he scattered melon seeds all over the floor.
The little prince repeated its words, "Scary, scary."
Emperor Mingxi's eyes flashed with a smile. "Who is this for?"
Facing the fat baby in his arms, Emperor Mingxi is always a kind father.
"Let's go, we've been delayed too long today."
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