After hearing what 1002 said, some tears began to seep out of the little fat boy's dry eyes.
In the past, Ding Ding would not reason with him, because such things were done by his father and the main system.
1002 has been talking.
"Although humans can't be trusted, you can use them. As for whether they will betray you in the future, I think my dear will make his own judgment, right?"
"None of this matters. You just need to remember not to open your heart like you did to His Majesty. Don't tell others that you have the memories of college student Yu'er, and don't tell anyone about a thousand years later. You can be an emperor as powerful as your eldest brother, but you can't tell others that your physique is different from that of ordinary people. Do you understand?" His tone was extremely solemn.
After a while, 1002 smiled foolishly again: "Tongxiang, my son will definitely be able to do it." He flipped through the images of the time when he was absent and saw how good an emperor his fat son was.
Even without a system and without memories, he is still the best creature in the universe, no, an intelligent creature.
"You have to eat and live well. Remember what the main system said to you? Every world has its own luck and merits. If we do well, maybe we can create another big brother." He said this just to give the little fat boy an excuse to live well.
But I never expected that after hearing this, the little guy's eyes suddenly lit up.
The little guy's tears kept rolling in his eyes, but refused to fall. This time, he was no longer crying, but crying of joy.
"Yeah!" The fat baby nodded vigorously and almost fell off the cushion.
1002, who had no entity to support him, was terrified, but he saw the little fat boy stretch his arms and slowly move back.
Even though there is lingering darkness all around, there is still dawn and stars hidden in the fish's heart.
Father is the dawn of the fish, Ding Ding is the star of the fish.
He rang the small bell, and Wu Zhonghe and Jiang Yuanxing, who were guarding outside, pushed open the door of the hall almost at the same time.
In the room where candlelight flickered, the little prince smiled and patted his belly at them.
I thought Otomo would bring the meal with tears and snot, but unexpectedly, they both knelt on the ground and began to kowtow: "Your Majesty, please protect the prince. I don't know where the evil spirit came from, but it has haunted the little prince!"
Seeing the two men wailing louder and louder, the secret guards guarding the hall were scared out.
In the midst of the chaos, the little fat boy swallowed hard, briefly suppressing the pain in his throat, and uttered hoarsely: "Hungry."
The crowd was silent for a moment. Wu Zhonghe, who was praying around with incense in his hand, stuffed the incense into Jia's hand, his robe fluttering, and he slipped away.
Jiang Yuanxing was filled with gossip, but he didn't care.
Taking small steps, his voice broke as he shouted, "Hurry up and bring us some clean water and the swelling-reducing stuff that Doctor Lin developed. Come to our house quickly."
The fat baby stared at the scene in a daze, then slowly turned around and looked at his father who had his eyes closed.
Daddy, you gave the fish so much.
Even if you leave me for a short time, there will always be someone who cares about the fish.
No noise is allowed in front of the emperor's spirit. Walking and screaming should be done outside the hall.
Only the little prince has to stay with the emperor for food and shelter.
When everything calmed down, there were only two companions wiping their tears and a fat little boy wolfing down his food in the hall.
The good boy suffered.
The empty peeping and pursuit made him unable to sleep or eat, his high fever wouldn't go away, and he kept losing weight.
If she wasn't plump, she would have become as thin as a bamboo pole.
After the emperor passed away, only a few days passed before some rice and water were taken in.
His chubby cheeks were two sizes smaller, although he still had some baby fat.
But in the eyes of others, the round little prince was so thin that it really made them feel heartbroken.
Now that they are willing to eat something, how can we not pray to God and cry for joy?
After eating something, the fat baby, who had filled his bottom with food, slowed down his pace. The rule of not talking while eating and not talking while sleeping was just a decoration in front of him.
"Otomo, father has passed away—" The little fellow bit his lower lip tightly and sniffed: "Where is the memorial?"
His voice was still extremely hoarse, but at least he could speak a few words.
He asked Wu Zhonghe, but Jiang Yuanxing just kept looking at him, seeing his red eyes and trying hard to suppress his sadness.
Feeling distressed is one thing, but he hates those ministers bullying His Royal Highness the Crown Prince even more!
If anyone dares to deceive the emperor in person, he will be punished by having more than a hundred heads chopped off.
It had only been three days since His Majesty passed away, and those memorials were no longer sent to the Crown Prince.
Your Highness is the legitimate successor to the Great Zhao and the emperor certified by God.
Now, those memorials are only given to the Empress Dowager and the Queen, but His Highness cannot get a single cent.
Jiang Yuanxing is a real toxic fan. He is afraid of the emperor and loves the prince.
Everyone else is just average.
The emperor passed away suddenly in his prime, leaving behind the young crown prince, the queen mother and the empress.
Who knows if they will overstep their bounds?
He didn't think it through, he just felt that everyone in the world was bullying the poor little prince.
Wu Daban had served the emperor for many years and was familiar with the procedures. He immediately reported everything: "The memorial will be delivered to Your Highness in the next three days. However, Your Highness is not interested in state affairs, so it will be handled by several regents and then submitted to the Empress Dowager and the Empress for review."
There is actually no problem with this, but those who love the little fat boy deeply will be afraid that those who loved the prince in the past may have changed their hearts.
Who wouldn't be tempted when he holds the power of the world?
As the two of them thought about this, a hint of sadness appeared on their faces.
Although the little fat boy who lost his system can no longer see the numerical value of his emotions, his current body has long exceeded the limits of human beings, and he is extremely sensitive.
Just from that expression, he could tell what Banban was worried about.
In fact, his father had said these words to him many times, but they were only superficial.
The past scene was so vivid in his mind that he could even recall his father's nonchalant words: "Don't be afraid, my son."
Ding Ding told him about it today, but his companions didn’t say anything, but they were still worried about it.
The little fat boy stuffed food into his mouth while thinking wildly.
It was reasonable to worry, but the little fat boy thought that his grandmother and mother would definitely not snatch food from the fish.
Because their love is also sincere.
Maybe the original intention was mixed with something else, but in the end it was all out of love for fish.
The fish know.
Instead of keeping them guessing about each other, try going in a different direction.
We must know that although a pure heart is kind, it also represents transparency.
The little fat boy often understands, but without the experience of an adult, he just can't express it.
"Otomo, just stay with the fish and don't leave, okay?"
Wu Zhonghe bowed, tears trickling down his cheeks: "Even if Your Highness asks me to leave, I won't leave."
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