His mother, Ji, was nearby, but unfortunately had become a public figure, a key target of Wan Zhen’er’s “protection”. Her every word and action was monitored by Wan Zhen’er’s paparazzi. To prevent any mishaps, Ji dared not play cat and mouse games, only restraining herself obediently. When she could no longer bear it, she would imagine her son’s appearance in her dreams.
Wan Zhen’er’s lackeys were everywhere, but even the most careful plan can have a flaw.
Because Wu was a deposed empress, an outdated, despised, and contemptible figure, the Western Palace where she lived was a corner forgotten by the emperor. The emperor had absolutely moved on, and Wu’s old ticket was completely unlikely to board the emperor’s golden and splendid ship again.
Wan Zhen’er and her lackeys were completely at ease, not believing Wu could play any tricks.
What a joke. Could a dead fish come back to life?
Therefore, Wan Zhen’er was too lazy to spend effort monitoring Wu.
The little prince was lucky and survived in such difficult circumstances.
Miraculously, he escaped Wan Zhen’er’s many eyes and ears, persistently carrying out the underground workers’ secret work, becoming the biggest fish to slip through the net in the history of the Great Ming.
The Little Prince was already six years old. He had been staying in the basement, participating in secret organization activities, never seeing daylight, his hair had never been cut, and was dragged on the ground. His face was pale and bloodless due to long-term sun protection and malnutrition.
Fortunately, the Little Prince hadn’t become dull or stupid from staying in the basement; he was clever and quick-witted. From far away, he saw his father and rushed forward, tightly hugging his father’s neck, affectionately calling: “Father Emperor! Father Emperor!”
These calls of “Father Emperor” brought tears to the Emperor’s eyes. This little brat was undoubtedly the Emperor’s son, as he looked just like the Emperor. The expression of loneliness, helplessness, and fear on his face was identical to the Emperor’s when he was young.
The Emperor was overjoyed, issued an imperial decree, and announced to the world: “I have a son, I, I have a son! Haha!”
The Emperor personally named his son: You Ting.
Zhu You Ting.
