The calmer Zhao Ji didn't seem like a feeble-minded emperor.
Seeing the Emperor's rare solemnity, Wang Yuegong refrained from adding fuel to the fire, cooing softly, "Your Majesty, the chili orchids at Jiao Cliff are in full bloom..."
"I told you to shut up!" Zhao Ji spoke in a stern voice.
Wang Yuegong was shocked; these past few days, she had never heard Zhao Ji speak so harshly, and she finally realized that something seemed amiss.
Soon after, someone outside laughed and said, "Father Emperor, your child has arrived."
The first to arrive was Zhao E, who was not far from Lanxiu Pavilion at the ball court and had been waiting to watch the excitement ever since he knew his mother went to see his father.
Zhao E's smile was innocent and naive. When he was in front of Zhao Ji, he dropped to his knees and said, "Child pays respects to Father Emperor."
To outsiders, it really looked like a scene of father's kindness and son's filial piety.
