"Your son thanks the imperial father."
Even though the Fourth Prince was well aware that the Emperor had said this intentionally, he still obediently expressed his gratitude.
"It's been a few days, and Xuanxuan looks much better. You even seem to have put on some weight."
The Emperor's tone sounded casual, as if it was no different from his usual demeanor. However, the perceptive Fourth Prince could detect the veiled undertone laced in his words. A wave of unease stirred in his heart—what had he done wrong? Why was the Emperor acting so unusually today?
"It is all thanks to imperial father's blessings."
"Hmm! Alright, rise now. Don't kneel there any longer."
"Your son thanks the imperial father." The Fourth Prince stood up cautiously and dutifully kept his position to the side.
The Emperor did not say another word and lowered his head to continue reading the memorials.
Time passed, second by second.