Snap, snap, snap—
Big tears fell to the ground, and the little fat boy opened the door of the hall as if unconscious.
The dazzling sunlight shone on him, but he felt unprecedentedly cold.
It’s so cold, so cold…
"It's not fun at all, you know? You can't imitate fish. Even if you try, you won't look like them." His bulging cheeks trembled, and his rosy lips were pursed until they turned pale.
My heart is empty, without any joy left.
Only fear.
There were a lot of people standing outside. They were all wearing plain white clothes and kneeling in front of the little fat boy.
Grandma, mother, thank you.
Ah, so many people.
Where are the fish?
The little fat boy is blind, and everyone he sees is a blurry mass.
His head was spinning with dizziness, and he grinned at where his grandmother seemed to be standing. "Grandma, Father, he's been imitating fish, and when he gets tired, he's lying on the ground. Can you help me wake him up?"
The little guy was acting coquettishly as if he knew nothing. The empress dowager's legs went weak and she sat down on the ground.
When his grandmother ignored him, the little fat boy became as still as a log and shouted at his mother, "Mom, my father is mad at me. Yu'er called him, but he ignored me. Can you help me wake him up?"
The queen covered her mouth and shook her head slowly.
They are all bad people and won't help Yu'er.
The little fat boy gritted his teeth and vaguely looked for his companion.
Search and search, search and search.
Where are you going?
1002, which was spreading data all the way, floated over like a lost soul. Before it got close, it was locked in the little fat boy's eyes.
"Ding Ding, help Fatty wake up his father..."
In the end, he was unable to speak, his throat was tight and his lips were trembling.
The little fat boy smiled with great effort, his smile was still as cute and bright as ever, but there were endless tears in his eyes.
He was no longer hot, so there was no need for the palace servants to keep ice water ready for him, but at this moment, the surging tears had already swallowed him up.
When his tears dried up, his mouth became dry, which made him depressed and desperate.
All eyes were focused on the little fat boy. Even without the system, the little guy could understand the meaning.
Sympathy, pity, and heartache.
It's all these emotions.
Yu'er is the little emperor, his father's only son. My father has no descendants, who can sympathize with Yu'er?
Fish are the happiest people in the world!
The little fat boy sat on the ground for a moment, looking at these people in disbelief. He shouted hoarsely and wailed, "Get out! Get out! I don't want your sympathy. I am the crown prince, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!"
He never uses his power to bully others.
Never.
But today, he told the palace servants that he was the Crown Prince and told them to get out.
People seemed intimidated by his power, but also seemed to feel pity for a child who lost his father at the age of five.
They retreated like the tide, but the little fat boy stumbled and held on to the door, struggling to close it.
The hall returned to peace, but the sound of crying could still be heard.
1002 never stopped crying.
The little fat boy huddled together and crawled slowly. He no longer had the strength to walk.
He mustered up his courage and looked at the emperor lying on the ground.
If his eyes were not open, the handsome emperor would look like he was sleeping.
His skin had a deadly bluish-white color.
But it did not damage his handsome face.
The emperor's eyes were open, but he wasn't staring. He seemed to be looking at someone calmly.
The pupils were already dilated, but the little fat boy could still see reluctance in those dark pupils.
He is still like the snow and layers of ice.
Even though he was lifeless, he still intimidated everyone who approached him.
The little fat boy seemed to be hallucinating. He heard the palace servants crying out, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty has passed away!"
He heard the Empress Dowager speaking incoherently and in a panic.
He heard his mother rushing over and fell to the ground crying, "Your Majesty, how could you be so cruel as to abandon Yu'er?"
He heard funeral preparations being made everywhere, and he also heard someone say, "What about His Highness?"
"Hide it from him."
The little fat boy's mind went blank.
He didn't think of anything.
The tender little fellow bit his lips tightly until the sweet and fishy smell spread to his nose.
He cried loudly, lay on the ground, trembling, and reached for the emperor's hand.
The dead person's hands were extremely cold, stiff, and completely inflexible.
The little fat boy held the emperor's hand in his arms with great care, hoping to give him some warmth with his flesh and blood.
It seemed that in this way, he could deceive himself that his father was just tired and fell asleep on the ground like a fish.
"Dad." The little fat boy heard himself talking, and it sounded like the sound of his soul drifting away.
Very blurry.
"Dad, wake up. The people in the palace are very mean. They didn't help me wake you up. I know you are angry with me, so you ignore me. I can't survive alone without anyone to help me, Dad."
"They said they were going to hide it from me. Are they going to kill me? Come and help Yu'er."
The vague words echoed in the hall again and again until they could no longer be heard.
The emperor is already dead, how can we talk to him?
The fat baby waited eagerly, but this time his father did not come back.
He had no choice but to climb onto the emperor's chest, carefully keeping his head away from the wound, and pressing his whole body firmly against the corpse: "You haven't reconciled with me yet, you haven't grown up with me yet. Didn't you take the longevity pill? Why doesn't it work..."
The little guy was shaking all the time, he was so scared!
This must be a dream. Who hates fish so much? Why would they let me float in the clouds and then send me to the eighteenth level of hell the next moment?
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