Yan Que inherited Prince Huijiang's calm character in the face of danger. Even if he knew that the people waiting outside the door were the emperor and his father, he could still show a calm smile.
"certainly."
"How much love?"
"I can no longer live alone."
Xuanyuan Ci sniffed and nodded vigorously: "Okay... I understand."
"Don't be afraid. This matter can be hidden for a while, but it can't be hidden for a lifetime. Now that you have done it, you should have the courage to bear it." Yan Que said seriously.
"If Father wants us to separate, I will never agree to it even to the death."
"Yeah. Put on your clothes."
"..." It seems to be outside.
…
The butler woke up and ran in, presented the clothes, and then left like a ghost.
The two fully clothed people came out of the sliding door without looking sideways.
Xuanyuan Ci lowered his head, not even daring to look at his father. In addition, Yan Hui was standing next to him. For a moment, Xuanyuan Ci felt that he was his little daughter-in-law and that he was meeting Yan Que's parents.
Yan Que didn't have any special expression. He bowed to the two elders according to etiquette and stood aside obediently.
Xuanyuan Ci secretly looked at the two elders in front of him. Prince Hui Jiang was okay, at least he didn't show the expression of wanting to kill him, but his father...
Seeing this, Xuanyuan Ci decided not to do anything but to stop...
His face changed, becoming relaxed and naughty, as if nothing had happened, he greeted the gloomy Emperor Xuanyuan: "Father, what kind of wind brings you here?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Emperor Xuanyuan stood up, stretched out his feet, and then kicked violently. The movements were done in one go, as if he had practiced it countless times in private.
"oops--"
Yan Hui and Yan Que stood up at the same time.
"Your Majesty—" the two of them said in unison. Faced with the sudden attack, no one was prepared, especially Xuanyuan Ci. He had just experienced a cloud and rain, how could he withstand this kick? Fortunately, Yan Que had quick eyes and quick hands.
The moment he was about to land, he held him in his arms.
Emperor Xuanyuan saw his son huddled in Yan Que's arms like a turtle grandson, and he suddenly became angry. His son...his biological son was actually nestled in the arms of a man, and he was also a grown man.
The emperor pinched the bridge of his nose with his hand and turned around, not wanting to see the scene that gave him a splitting headache.
Yan Hui stepped forward kindly and looked at the two people on the ground: "What's going on?"
In fact, a discerning person would know it at a glance, but Yan Hui asked in vain.
Yan Que supported Xuanyuan Ci and knelt straight in front of Yan Hui: "Father, as you can see."
The emperor inhaled sharply and turned his head quickly. This time he could no longer hold back: "Yan Hui - this is the son you taught."
Xuanyuan Ci was quite scared when he saw his father getting so angry, but now that he had Yan Que as his backing, he became bolder.
"Father, we are sincere."
"Shut up!" the emperor roared.
For a moment, various emotions appeared in the emperor's eyes.
Disappointment, sadness, entanglement, anger, and even a hint of frustration.
Yan Hui glanced at Emperor Xuanyuan in disgust, "Is it necessary to be so loud? Do you think the children are all deaf? There is a solution to everything. Can shouting louder solve everything?"
But in front of the two children, Yan Hui could not disobey this person, so he had to stand aside.
Emperor Xuanyuan took deep breaths many times before suppressing the anger in his heart again.
