Emperor Liang stared in astonishment at the tiny tiger cub suddenly appearing outside the Imperial Study Room, utterly speechless.
That soft, childish voice, as gentle as spring raindrops, instantly extinguished all of Emperor Liang's raging fury.
Emperor Liang's tone abruptly softened to a squeaky pitch: "Who is your great-grandfather?"
Eunuch Yu trembled violently, nearly dropping the horsetail whisk in his hand.
Standing behind the little bundle, Lu Zhaoyan and Lu Yuan almost failed to suppress their laughter.
Especially Lu Zhaoyan, who had known Emperor Liang for so many years. Though his cunning had allowed him to evade Emperor Liang's "strict fatherly care," never had he seen such a loving side of him.
Such gentle and tender words—his father had never spoken them to him.
Lu Yuan raised an eyebrow.
Lu Zhaoyan's skeptical gaze questioned: Has he spoken to you like this before?
Lu Yuan replied smugly: Of course. Are you jealous?
Lu Zhaoyan didn't believe him one bit.