**Chapter 319: Don't Blame Dad**

**Chapter 319: Don't Blame Dad**

Two days later, in Wuhun City, inside the Pope's Palace, Bibi Dong was speaking with Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo. Suddenly, the sound of something cutting through the air echoed as a small figure shot into the palace, darting around the vast space.

A pretty little girl, around twelve or thirteen years old, rushed in breathlessly and shouted angrily, "Zhao Ping'an! How many times have I told you not to fly into the Pope's Palace while the teacher is busy? Are you itching for trouble?"

"No, no! I want to find my mother! I want to find my mother!" The little boy continued soaring around, completely disregarding the reprimand, his voice filled with childlike energy and mischief.

Bibi Dong sighed in frustration, covering her forehead. This mischievous child of hers was truly a handful. Didn't he realize she was busy? Why did he insist on flying in?

Seeing this, Ghost Douluo moved to catch the naughty child. But before he could act, a fluctuation in the air appeared, and a large hand reached out to grab Zhao Ping'an mid-flight.

With a few swift slaps on his bottom, Zhao Ping'an felt the sting, and the teasing voice of his father echoed through the hall.

"You little rascal, always flying around like that! Do you deserve a beating? Let me teach you a lesson. I'll also give your father a good talking to!"

The child winced, his bottom burning from the slaps, before he was tossed over to Ghost Douluo.

"Old Ghost, take this brat to the nanny. I've restricted his flying ability for now. Let him reflect on his behavior."

"No, Dad! I'm sorry! Please don't take away my ability to fly! I'll be bored to death if I can't fly! And Nana keeps rubbing my face every day, asking why I'm not as handsome as you! I have some dignity, you know?" Zhao Ping'an pleaded, visibly upset.

This ability to fly was something Zhao Ping'an had always prided himself on. It was a source of joy for him since birth, and he didn't want it restricted, especially with his pride at stake.

Zhao Ling smirked. "Stop complaining. I've wanted to restrict your flying ability for ages. You don't sleep properly and fly around your mother's palace all day."

"If you keep this up, I'll send your sister Mengyan to deal with you. She's been asking me to punish you for a while, and if it weren't for your mother's objection, I'd have let her handle you long ago."

Zhao Ping'an's eyes widened in horror. He knew very well what would happen if his sister, Zhao Mengyan, came after him. She was nine years old, had level 30 soul power, and was capable of flying just like him.

He didn't fear his parents' punishments because they were soft-hearted. His sister, however, was a different story. If she came after him, he knew he'd have no chance.

"Please, Dad, don't bring her here! I promise I won't misbehave again!" Zhao Ping'an begged, shaking his head frantically.

Zhao Ling looked at his son with a stern face before nodding toward Ghost Douluo. "Take him to the nanny, and make sure he stays out of trouble."

As Ghost Douluo carried the boy away, Bibi Dong secretly sighed in relief.

"I never thought Ping'an would be afraid of anyone. Husband, why don't you bring Mengyan to Wuhun City someday? Let her give our son a good lesson."

Zhao Ling's lips curled slightly. "Are you really willing to let Mengyan beat him? I was just trying to scare him."

Bibi Dong replied without hesitation, "What's the big deal? Do you think she'd really beat him to death? Our son's physique is fine. He won't be injured easily."

Zhao Ling was silent for a moment. "I'll bring Mengyan over someday, but it's not because I want to. It's because your love for Ping'an makes you spoil him."

Bibi Dong smiled. "I'm just waiting for the day he finally gets a lesson. He's always acting up, thinking we can't discipline him. Let Mengyan deal with him. I'll enjoy seeing him cry for once."

At that moment, the young girl from before, who had entered the palace, spoke up. "Master, I agree. You need to bring Ping'an's sister here to teach him a lesson. Otherwise, he'll always think you're too soft on him, and he'll become even more disobedient."

Zhao Ling looked thoughtfully at the girl and then nodded, silently hoping for his son's safety.

"Ping'an, don't blame your father. This is all your mother and Nana's idea. If your sister comes to punish you next time, it's not my fault."

Far away, Zhao Ping'an, being carried away by Ghost Douluo, felt an overwhelming chill down his spine. He couldn't understand why, but an undeniable sense of impending danger filled him. It seemed like his sister would soon come for him, and he was sure it wouldn't end well.

With his mind swirling in fear, he began to cry. Even though he rarely cried, this time was different. Something bad was coming, and he could feel it deep in his bones.