When Emperor Mingxi heard the word "returning light," his head started buzzing. He felt dizzy and dizzy, and veins popped in his hands, squeezing Wu Zhonghe so hard it hurt.
Wu Zhonghe didn't care about the pain, tears were flashing in his eyes.
He also understood clearly what Shi Weiwei had said.
That was the little prince he had always loved.
What a tenacious and lively child he was. Doesn’t God have a benevolent spirit?
Why does suffering haunt the little prince?
Emperor Mingxi trembled and shook off Wu Zhonghe's hand. He barely stood up, and the coldness and hardness of the emperor collapsed at this moment.
At this moment, only a father's grief was revealed.
"The Crown Prince is dead. Kill him immediately." The voice was so small and low that if it weren't for the rustling of leaves, everyone would have thought that His Majesty was muttering to himself.
The secret guard took the order and left, and Emperor Mingxi stood there for a while.
He straightened his clothes and said, "Master, am I not in good shape?"
Wu Zhonghe wiped his tears and earnestly searched for the emperor: "Your Majesty is more brave and powerful than before."
"Okay, okay." After saying that, Emperor Mingxi staggered into the hall.
The emperor's safety should have been paramount. In any case, Emperor Mingxi should not have been near the young crown prince who was suffering from smallpox.
But who would dare to stop and persuade the lonely dragon who had lost his child?
Emperor Mingxi did not stop when he passed by Xie Ruyi, who was lying on the ground, crying but not daring to make a sound.
Why are you crying? The prince is not dead yet.
The Xuanzheng Hall was enormous, but because smallpox was a contagious disease, only a few palace maids who had experienced smallpox were left to serve. Thus, it was extremely empty and quiet.
In places that he was familiar with in the past, Emperor Mingxi raised his toes and put them down several times.
"Son, the top brother on the list is here!" 1002 was playing with the little prince to distract him from the urge to scratch his blisters.
The little guy is very sensible. Even though it feels itchy, he holds back and doesn't scratch it with his hands.
"Brother?" The little guy was lying straight on the bed, sleeping very straight.
"It's your father!" 1002 forgot that the child is only one or two years old now.
"Father! Father!" Yan Chengyu missed his father terribly after not seeing him for a few days. When he heard that his father was coming, his butt felt like it was on fire and he twisted and turned.
The childish voice echoed in the dark Zichen Palace.
When Emperor Mingxi heard this voice, his nose felt sore and he almost shed tears.
He closed his eyes, suppressed the emotions churning in his chest, and pulled the corners of his cold, hard mouth into a stiff smile.
"Yuer is awake, what do you want to eat?"
Yan Chengyu called out to his father several times but got no response, thinking Ding Ding must have seen it wrong. It turned out that his father was really here!
He raised his head slightly and said, "Drink some water!"
The high fever that hadn't subsided for days had made his entire body feel hot. If it weren't for Xie Ruyi's servants taking care of him every day, his mouth would have been covered with dead skin.
Emperor Mingxi had always been served, but when it came to taking care of his son, he always did it himself.
He poured a bowl of warm water and tested the temperature himself before holding the child and gently feeding him mouthful by mouthful with a spoon.
The fat boy's skin was scorching hot, as if burning Emperor Mingxi's heart. Only the emperor's years of cultivation prevented him from losing his composure on the spot.
"Son, you have such strong emotions!" 1002 was stunned. Could you have accumulated so much after just a few days of not seeing you?
In the past, the money could only be collected once every three days, and it wasn’t that much.
Although 1002 felt strange, it didn't want to go anywhere else.
Thinking about the strange things he brought back to the main space this time, 1002 Data transferred and secretly installed a small reward plug-in.
Well, just think of it as a cheat for its kid!
Everyone has a cheat code, and this one shouldn't be without one. This time, the emotion collection has exceeded a threshold. What's the reward?
1002 was browsing the system space when he saw a pure white tail feather. He couldn't move his eyes away from the data, and he decided it was you.
It had smuggled some stuff in, sneaking in with the mechanical prompt. It hadn't been detected by the main system, so it seemed to be in compliance with the rules!
Workable~
On one side was Ding Ding, and on the other was his father. The little prince was torn about who to talk to. But Ding Ding ran away and giggled, and the little guy breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, there is no need to choose. After all, there is only one fish and it cannot become two people!
Yan Chengyu drank the water sip by sip from Emperor Mingxi's hand.
He turned his head away when he decided not to drink anymore.
Eh? Why hasn't Father taken Shui Shui away yet? He already knew about it.
The little guy raised his head and looked at his father, his eyes full of confusion.
Seeing the stiff corners of his father's lips, Yan Chengyu slapped them with his little hands.
The chubby little hands still smelled of milk. Without thinking twice, the little prince started to bend them, "Father, it's ugly."
Why is my father laughing like that? He looks like he’s about to cry.
Emperor Mingxi came back to his senses, not daring to let the child see anything. He tilted his head to the side and said, "Yu'er, is there anything you want? Father will give it to you."
The little guy opened his eyes wide, his black eyes filled with intense inquiry. Is this true?
"I want to eat ice cream!"
"good."
"I want two bowls."
"good."
"Eat three bowls?" His tone was full of doubt.
"Okay..." Emperor Mingxi could no longer control his emotions. He didn't even dare to look back at his children.
His child is still so innocent and naive. He only thinks about food and drink...
Damn it, damn it all. Emperor Mingxi's eyes were stained with scarlet, filled with desperate madness.
The little fellow retracted his fingers and stopped counting. He lay straight back down. "Ding Ding, Daddy is sick."
1002 didn't understand. "Didn't Big Brother Bang say to give it to the kids? Isn't that good?"
Yan Chengyu shook his head, pretending to be serious. "You don't know, father is the most stingy."
The little adult looked so adorable, 1002 rubbed his face.
Fortunately, conscious beings do not suffer from real-life illnesses.
"Brother will just give you food and drink, don't let your imagination run wild!"
Ding Ding is very credible in the little guy's mind, so he believed her.
So in the following time, he not only ate three bowls of ice cream.
He was still jumping around on the desk where Emperor Mingxi was reviewing memorials, and drawing on the rice paper like his father.
Except for the trembling eunuch from the imperial kitchen who was delivering iced cheese, everyone else who was serving in the palace looked like they were about to cry.
Especially Jiang Banban and Wu Daban, the two of them stared at the little prince so hard that he felt a little embarrassed.
Oh, and there is the father, who does nothing but stare at the cub.
He stretched out his chubby little hands to cover his eyes, then put them down again, but he could still see his father staring at him without blinking.
The little fat boy was very proud. He put his hands on his hips and boasted to 1002, "I am the most popular boy!"
1002 strongly agrees.
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