C145 (2/2)
”At that moment, at that time, I was the emperor. The mountains and rivers were first, and it was necessary that I give up my life.” As a prince, Little Nine should be prepared to sacrifice himself for the future. ” The Emperor did not forget his promise to that man, and he also intended to let Little Nine go and let him live the lives of ordinary people with Little Fishy. Just that, for his daughter, Prince Rui, that old man, forced him to call Little Nine back to the capital. Under such power, he had no choice but to lower his head. Was it easy to become the Emperor? Being an official was even more difficult than being an emperor with power.
The conversation between Eunuch Gao and the emperor was clearly heard by little Nezha. The hidden message was also extracted. His doting father and father had actually been schemed by the heartless emperor to be crippled.
Who was the one who said that tigers don't devour food? Your sister, it'd be weird if they didn't eat food!
The little Nezha was so shocked that he couldn't react for a while.
”It's already late, you can leave now.” The emperor felt tired, and his handsome face lost its usual regal elegance.
Ever since he was sensible, he had lived a life of scheming against others, and even the people closest to him were no exception. Now, he wanted to scheme against his own son.
Sure enough, a benevolent father was a luxury that the Imperial Family couldn't afford, and he couldn't afford it either.
Eunuch Gao looked at the tiredness on the emperor's face and swallowed his words, feeling a bit sorry for his master. He silently carried the child out of the royal study and instructed the eunuchs and maids waiting outside to arrange for the emperor to sleep. Tonight, his family's master had to stay in the royal study for the night.
As the night gradually faded, Jiu Mei stayed up all night, thinking about her son in the palace. She had wanted to tell Xiaoyu several times that she wanted her son back from the emperor. However, Little Fishy didn't seem to be worried at all. After eating and taking a bath, she laid down on the bed and closed her eyes before falling asleep. Seeing her sleeping, at night, Jiu Mei couldn't bear to disturb her. She lay alone on the bed, holding in her longing for her son until dawn …
Little Fishy slept soundly, opening her eyes, she saw Night Nine with a pair of panda eyes beside her. She jumped in shock, pointed at him and asked, ”What's wrong with you? Did you become a thief in the middle of the night? Did you make yourself look like a giant panda?”
”Xiaoyu, I miss little Nezha.” Night Demon was about to die from the fear of being choked in her stomach, but she acted as if nothing had happened, as if the one she had lost at the palace was not her son. Night Nine was a little dissatisfied, but he didn't dare to show it for fear of angering her, so he spoke in a reserved manner.
Xiaoyu rubbed her eyes and got up. While she was still wearing her clothes, she said, ”What's the point of worrying him? Could it be that he had to pay a heavy price for the food in the imperial palace?”
”Milk is not a problem.” His son and Little Fishy were happily bickering. Could it be that Little Fishy had been angered to the point of throwing her son into the palace as if she was dropping a bundle?
”Milk is not a problem, and nothing else is. ”Don't worry, once that stinky brat has repentance and truly becomes a good boy, we'll bring him out of the palace.” Little Fishy tried to comfort Night Nine with her conscience. In fact, she really wanted to bicker with that little Nezha even though they hadn't seen each other for the whole night. It was just that little Nezha's personality was too painful, he needed someone to cure him and make him restrain himself. Because of the spy factor, the boy could pry out information in the palace and let them be on guard.
He wanted to persuade Xiaoyu to bring Nezha back to the manor, but before he could open his mouth, he heard a six-catty message from outside, ”Prince, the Emperor has sent someone to announce the decree.”