The system takes the poor cub to find his father

"Lord Du, what happened to His Majesty? Why did he suddenly faint?" a minister asked anxiously, with an undisguised panic in his voice.

"That's right, what does it mean that the Royal Guards surrounded the door of the palace? Do they suspect that we have poisoned His Majesty?" Another minister asked, his tone full of dissatisfaction and grievance.

"A gentleman can be killed but not humiliated. How could we poison our king and father?" An elderly minister said indignantly, his voice trembling, obviously angered by this sudden change.

"That's right, that's right, are they treating us as criminals?" another minister echoed, with a hint of helplessness and anger in his voice.

"Lord Du, can you please say something?" Everyone's eyes were directed to Du Jun who was standing in the center of the hall, expecting him to give a reasonable explanation.

Du Jun's face was terribly gloomy, and his eyes were as sharp as a knife, scanning every minister present, especially Ming Youzong who was hiding in the corner and had nothing to do with it. His voice was cold and majestic, as if it was chilling:

"If I find out who among you present is related to His Majesty's coma, you all know my methods and I will make them wish they were dead, humph..."

He hadn't finished his words, but the invisible sense of oppression had already silenced the ministers present.

Although Du Jun usually has a gentle and elegant image, he used to be the head of the imperial prison. Those hard-to-crack bones and spies from other countries would not last more than three days in his hands and would confess everything. Cruel and ruthless, kind-looking but cruel, the Jade-faced Yama was the nickname given to him by those unlucky people who had fallen into his hands.

As soon as the notorious Du Jun spoke, the atmosphere in the hall instantly dropped to freezing point, and even the sound of breathing could be clearly heard. The ministers lowered their heads one by one, not daring to make any more noise, for fear that they would become the object of Du Jun's suspicion.

At this moment, a figure like a stream of light rushed into the hall silently. Everyone's attention was focused on Du Jun, and no one noticed this small figure. Ming Jiang landed lightly in the corner of the hall like a clever cat, and his eyes quickly swept over everyone present, and finally fixed on the direction of the inner hall.

Ming Jiang frowned slightly, the scene in front of him made him feel inexplicably familiar.

He seemed to have returned to the beginning, to the moment when he first saw his father. At that time, his father was also unconscious, his face was pale, as if he would leave him at any time. Ming Jiang's heart suddenly tightened, and the scene at that time emerged in his mind - his father was cursed, his consciousness was devoured by dense black insects, his soul gradually dissipated, and he might eventually disappear completely from this world.

"No, I don't want to lose my father!" A strong urge surged in Ming Jiang's heart. He must save his father and not let him be devoured by those hateful insects.

The scene in the inner hall was almost identical to the scene in Ming Jiang's memory. Ming Yunqi was dressed in a crown and lying quietly on the bed. His face was as pale as paper and his breathing was so weak that it was almost imperceptible. There were two people standing by the bed. One was an old doctor with a white beard and the other was Fu Ling, the imperial teacher of Dayu. Fu Ling's temperament was quite similar to Bai Lian, with a cold and mysterious look between his eyebrows. At this moment, both of them had sad faces and looked at Ming Yunqi on the bed with serious eyes. It was obvious that they were helpless about his condition.

Ming Jiang approached the bed lightly, trying not to attract their attention. His movements were as light as a cat's. He lightly tapped the soft couch with his paws and jumped into Ming Yunqi's arms. The colorful little beast's tail swayed gently, and its muzzle gently rubbed Ming Yunqi's neck, letting out a low whimper: "Awoo... Daddy..."

Ming Yunqi, who had been motionless, suddenly twitched his eyelids slightly, as if he was fighting something in his dream. His brows were furrowed, and his breathing became rapid, as if he was trying to break free from some kind of restraint.

"Who is it? Who is calling me?" Deep in Ming Yunqi's consciousness, in a dark swamp, his soul was surrounded by dense black bugs. The more he struggled, the deeper he sank. His body was so heavy that it seemed as if it was pressed down by a huge rock, unable to move. However, just when he had almost given up hope, a childish voice penetrated the darkness and reached his ears.

“Daddy… wuwu…” The voice was crying, as if it was calling him, but also as if it was blaming him.

Ming Yunqi's heart suddenly trembled, and a sour feeling surged in his chest. He tried to open his eyes, wanting to see the owner of the voice, but there was only endless darkness in front of him. However, the voice became clearer and clearer, like a thin silk thread, pulling him and stopping him from sinking.

"Who is that little guy?" Ming Yunqi gradually regained consciousness. He remembered that he seemed to have made an appointment with an important person, but he broke his promise. That little guy must be very disappointed, right?

Just as he was trying to recall, suddenly, there was a violent vibration deep in his chest, as if something was stirring. Then, several dazzling white lights cut through the dark space, instantly freezing the densely packed black bugs. Sharp ice spikes rose from the ground, nailing the bugs firmly in place, unable to move.

Without the restraint of the insect, Ming Yunqi's body gradually floated up, and his consciousness became clearer and clearer. He felt a warm force spreading from his chest, dispelling all the cold and darkness.

At the same time, Ming Jiang felt that Ming Yunqi's condition had changed. He put his kiss on Ming Yunqi's neck again and felt his pulse. Sure enough, the originally weak pulse became strong and powerful. Ming Jiang was pleasantly surprised, and his tail shook slightly, and he whimpered lightly: "Awoo..."

At this moment, a big hand gently touched Ming Jiang's neck and smoothed his hair. Ming Jiang raised his head in surprise and met Ming Yunqi's half-open eyes. Although those eyes were still a little confused, they had regained their spirit and were looking at him gently.

"Hush..." Ming Yunqi gently made a gesture to silence her, his lips slightly raised, revealing a tired but relieved smile. His fingers gently stroked Ming Jiang's fur, as if he was soothing a frightened little animal.

Ming Jiang happily rubbed Ming Yunqi's breasts. He knew that his father was back.

He gently rubbed Ming Yunqi's palm and let out a low whimper.