The Emperor, clutching the table, heard a buzzing in his head. His youngest son, whom he could indulge without any reservations and who had been restored to him, had been pampered for a few more years. His paternal love had risen straight upward.
While grooming the Crown Prince and managing the nation, the Emperor's heart was also weary. The boundless fatherly love he had for the Crown Prince couldn't be overly expressed. For the sake of balance with his other sons, it had to be concealed even more. Only for his youngest son could he unreservedly act as a father.
The Crown Prince quickly stepped forward to support his father, "Father, are you feeling unwell anywhere?"
The Emperor lifted his hand to signify he was alright and then sat down on the chair. In his mind, he thought he mustn't let the Empress find out. If the Empress were to know that the youngest son was missing, he swallowed, she would surely tear him to pieces this time around!
