Zhou Heng was stunned. He even suspected that he had heard wrongly. He looked at Zhou Zhi in shock. Seeing that his expression did not change, Zhou Heng said in a trembling voice, "Ah Zhi, this won't do. I won't agree."
Zhou Heng felt that this was ridiculous. How could Zhou Zhi think like this? How could he do this?
The child belonged to him and Su Xiaoling. He would not agree, and neither would Su Xiaoling.
If Zhou Zhi wanted to nurture the most suitable emperor, he could do so with his own children.
He was already the emperor. He didn't have to worry anymore.
Zhou Zhi looked at Zhou Heng and said calmly, "Send him to me. In 20 years, he will be the new emperor. If you're unwilling, the Great Zhou Dynasty will end here. Can you bear to do that?"
Zhou Heng looked at Zhou Zhi in disbelief. "Are you crazy? Zhou Zhuo is my son. He should be raised by me. There are so many people in the Great Zhou Dynasty. You're the emperor. How can you not care?"
