Jiao Li gently touched Dumpling's head and said in a low voice: "I'm sorry, my son, my father has made you worry."
Dumpling then raised his eyebrows and said sensibly: "It doesn't matter, I know it anyway. If you are still alive, you will never abandon me."
Jiao Li laughed silently, this damn boy, sometimes his words really make people feel helpless.
Getting back to the subject, we still have to think about how to escape. Xuanyuan Mu did it so well that he even dared to surround the imperial city. With so many people dead, even if he surrenders, the outcome will not be good.
Dumpling seemed to see his worries and said cautiously: "Father, have you ever thought about coaxing mother back first?"
Jiao Li lowered his head, stared at his son, and laughed dumbly: "Now that your father's life is at stake, you still ask me to coax your mother first?"
Children are children, and Dumpling will never realize the consequences of this war. Even if he orders the troops to withdraw now, the people in the tower will not let him off easily.
"Father, do you know what it means to share blessings and share hardships?" Dumpling asked matter-of-factly.
Jiao Li frowned, indicating that he didn't understand.
So Dumpling patiently explained.
"Father, I, mother, the three of us are a family, and a family should help each other and protect each other."
Jiao Li looked at Dumpling with a stiff expression. After a while, he said, "Dumpling, do you know what your father Mu is doing now?"
Jiao Li asked seriously.
Dumpling shook his head in confusion: "Isn't it a fight?"
"He's not fighting, he wants to overthrow your grandfather and become emperor."
"Is it fun to be an emperor?" Dumpling looked at him very innocently.
Jiao Li didn't know how to answer. He sighed deeply and said, "If your father Mu fails, he will be killed by your grandpa."
Diaozi was silent. In fact, Jiaoli didn't want to tell him about this matter, but the current situation was a bit tricky. He felt that it was necessary to let Diaozi understand the seriousness of the matter. He was no longer young and it was time for him to understand some things.
After a long silence, Dumpling looked at him with twinkling eyes: "Father King Jiaoli, are you saying that you and Father Mu will die, right?"
Jiao Li rarely showed a gentle smile, and he touched Dumpling's head: "How can I just watch you without a father?"
Poor parents in the world, even people like him know that Dumpling cannot lose his father. How could someone as exquisite and clear as Xuanyuan Mu not understand?
I still remember that Xuanyuan Mu had murderous intentions towards Yan Buhuan, and he was forced to wake up.
At that time, he knew that if someone wanted to deal with him, as long as Yan Buhuan and Diaozi were captured, he would be willing to trade for anything - including his life.
Therefore, he must find a way to resolve this war.
A white dove took advantage of the darkness and flew high. At this moment, a high-pitched chicken crow came from outside. Jiao Li was shaken all over. He was obviously not sleepy, but his eyelids drooped involuntarily.
Dumpling was lying on the bed and was suddenly pressed down by a huge body. He quickly shouted: "Father... you crushed me."
When Xuanyuan Mu opened his eyes, he saw the dumplings poking out from under him like caterpillars. He frowned and pulled the dumplings away: "What are you doing?"
Dumpling hadn't slept all night, and his big eyes were full of bloodshot eyes. This look made Xuanyuan Mu angry and distressed. What else was he playing that kept him awake all night?
