Baby, don't be afraid, I'll accompany you to the heavens and the seas!

"You damn shorty!!!"

"You dare to swagger around in front of me like that?! I'll break your legs sooner or later!"

Qianqian puffed out her cheeks and secretly rolled her eyes at the Crown Prince in front of her!

His Highness the Crown Prince, dressed in a crimson robe adorned with python and gold, stood in front, elegantly fanning himself with a plain white bone fan.

He always felt like his lackeys were cricketing at him from behind. The little tyrant, with an impatient smile, suddenly turned around.

"Stop making noise! ​​I'll rip out your tongue and feed it to the dogs!"

Young Master Luo, who was still muttering, immediately fell silent after meeting the terrifying gaze of the Little Tyrant.

But she kept repeating to herself: I'm just a lackey, you can't insult me ​​at all!

"Don't make a sound in your mind! If you make another sound, I'll kill you!" Qing Tingyu stepped forward angrily and tapped Qianqianluo's head with her plain white bone fan.

"Yes! Yes, yes, yes!!" Qianqianluo dared not be afraid of the cricket anymore, lowered her head, and continued to follow the little tyrant in front of her.

"Hmph! You'll never be so domineering! I'll keep my thoughts to myself, my heart is my own! Hmph!"

The emperor, resting his head on his hand in the imperial pavilion, watched with amusement as his noisy son and young master Luo made a racket.

When Minister Lu saw that His Highness the Crown Prince had also come to the Imperial Garden, he was incredibly excited!

Lu Weiyan looked again carefully and found that the son of the alien race was also following behind His Highness the Crown Prince, which was truly unbelievable.

"Greetings, Father! Greetings, Minister Lu!" The little tyrant entered the imperial pavilion and calmly bowed.

"Hmm! Sit down!" The emperor waved his hand, gesturing for his son to sit on the jade stool beside him.

Qianqianluo also lowered her head, carefully holding her breath, and stood silently behind His Highness the Crown Prince.

With a simple, unpretentious smile, Qing Tingmo tilted his head and stared at the quiet, claw-free Luo Gongzi with a gossipy look.

"Oh~, isn't this Young Master Luo? You've grown even more handsome in just a few days!"

Qianqian mustered her courage and slowly raised her head, only to meet the emperor's cold and icy gaze.

"I, I, I, I, I am the Emperor, may you be safe and sound!"

The halting, stammering voice was still unseemly. Minister Lu took a sip of tea, anticipating the emperor's next punishment.

"Hey, did you walk with Yu'er for too long? Look at you, your mouth is so dry, you can barely speak!"

"Come, sit next to Yu'er, and I will personally pour you tea!"

The emperor opened his mouth and raised his hand, pretending to pour tea for Qianqian.

"I, my Emperor! This lowly person is indeed parched!"

Qianqian sat down next to the Crown Prince and, extremely thirsty, gulped down a cup of tea!

Gulu! Gulu! Gulu!

"Ha! This humble subject thanks Your Majesty. The tea Your Majesty poured is like the sweet dew from the heavens, perfectly quenching my thirst!"

After drinking the tea poured by the Emperor, Young Master Luo stopped stammering! He became more energetic! His lips were as sweet as honey as he showered the Emperor with praise!

Grand Minister Lu glanced disdainfully at the young man beside him, showing no appreciation for his opportunistic behavior.

"Hahaha~ My Emperor! Young Master Luo is truly a young genius (idiot)! His literary talent is outstanding (like shit)!"

Lu Weiyan praised them with a hearty laugh, also to show his stance to the Emperor and the Crown Prince:

As long as they are the Emperor's or Crown Prince's people, even if they are maggots in a latrine, I, Old Lu, will still praise them without hesitation!

"Hmm! This lowly commoner is indeed exceptionally talented in literature. He often sneaks out of the East Palace to discuss things with Young Master Lu!"

The little tyrant glanced at Lu Weiqian, who was leading Princess Zhi over, and spoke meaningfully.

Lu Weiqian, who had rushed to the imperial pavilion, naturally heard the Crown Prince's unspoken meaning, and he tightened his grip on the idiot princess's hand.

"Father Emperor!! Crown Prince Brother!" As soon as Qing Tingzhi entered the imperial pavilion, she jumped and skipped into the Emperor's arms.

"May Your Majesty be well, Your Highness the Crown Prince, Young Master Luo, and Father!"

Lu Weiqian greeted everyone present in turn, then sat down next to his father with a flushed face.

The Minister of the Imperial Guard rolled his eyes at his son with a look of disappointment, never expecting that he would be ranked behind this damned son of a foreign race in his son's heart.

Minister Lu, his face ashen, sipped his tea, trying his best to suppress his anger.

Lu Weiqian remained oblivious, actually stretching his leg under the jade table to press down on Qianqianluo's instep, while constantly sending her flirtatious glances.

Qianqian felt like someone was stepping on her feet. When she looked up, she found Lu Weiqian staring at her with a lecherous look.

Everyone at the table had their own thoughts.

Meanwhile, the protagonist, Qing Tingzhi, was having a great time playing with a fuzzy ball used for walking dogs.

Emperor Qingting Moze chatted casually with his ministers and the crown prince, his face beaming.

Qianqian, who had been holding back for a long time, could no longer bear it and stomped hard on Lu Weiqian's instep.

"Ah!!" Lu Weiqian's sudden shout drew the attention of everyone at the table.

"What are you yelling about, you idiot?!"

Grand Minister Lu almost couldn't resist slapping this brat to death, but out of respect for the Emperor, he only spoke and didn't act.

"It's nothing, I, I, I played with Princess Zhi for too long and my leg cramped up!"

Lu Weiqian was in so much pain that tears welled up in his eyes, but he still answered without changing his expression.

"Haha, it's alright. Zhi'er is naturally mischievous, poor Weiqian!" The Emperor also spoke up to ease the atmosphere.

"Your Majesty, let's continue discussing the war in the north!" Minister Lu steered the conversation back to the main topic, drawing everyone's attention back to the table.

The little tyrant glanced thoughtfully out of the corner of his eye at the scene under the jade table.

After seeing what was happening under the table, Qing Tingyu's face turned cold and grim. She felt even more strongly that her lackey was a womanizer and promiscuous.

On the surface, the young tyrant continued to discuss the tense war situation in the north with his father, the emperor, and the minister.

But the large hand wearing the blood jade ring slapped down on Young Master Luo's leg beside him, and then pinched it several times through the thin fabric.

Qianqian was feeling smug that she had finally beaten up Lu Weiqian, that scoundrel, when she suddenly noticed a large, burning hot hand on her leg.

She dared not lower her head. To her left was Minister Lu, who was gesturing wildly and extolling the principles of governing the country with righteous indignation.

Then, there's only the little tyrant on the right.

Young Master Luo, quite frightened, tried to slowly withdraw his left leg from that large hand.

Suddenly, just as she was about to successfully escape, the little tyrant's big foot hooked her chair away, and she fell flat on her face.

"What?!"

"Oh my god, CraZy! (Are you crazy?)"

Qianqianluo turned her head in disbelief, staring at the Crown Prince beside her with a pitiful expression.

Qing Tingyu remained expressionless, watching the gesticulating Minister Lu with rapt attention.

Qianqianlu stared at the Crown Prince's studious expression, wiped her eyes, and then looked down for a closer look.

After confirming that he wasn't dreaming, a cold voice came:

"What? You've gotten used to being a lackey?!"

"You can only kneel now?! You can't even sit up anymore?"