I HATE IT

"I understand that you are that woman's son, but I hate it when you make up stories just to defend her, Wu Jingguo!"

"XIAO HAI!"

Wu Jinhai's eyes were full of disappointment when he said that sentence, but someone suddenly shouted at him right after he finished what he wanted to say. When the two brothers turned to the source of the voice, they could see how Wu Shun was no longer sitting on the floor. Instead, the Emperor had risen and was now standing on his two feet once again.

The Emperor's previously tired eyes were now filled with determination as the old man carried his feet towards where his two sons were standing.