The Demon Lords

"Ji Chengjue, you..."

Before the Yan Emperor finished his words,

old He suddenly cried out, "My daughter, save my daughter, my daughter!!!!!!"

"My sister, my sister can’t be harmed, save my sister!!!!!!!"

The He family father and son did not understand the meaning of Doctor Sun’s words earlier; they thought it was just a routine report.

It wasn’t until they heard Ji Chengjue’s roar that the He family father and son finally understood what was happening!

At this moment,

the most low-key imperial relatives erupted, and the father and son screamed directly. If it weren’t for the guards stopping them, they would have rushed in front of the Yan Emperor. Even then, they kept pushing the guards blocking them, especially He Chu, who, despite not knowing martial arts, was strong enough that two guards could barely hold him down.

The Yan Emperor ignored the He family father and son,

He merely stared at his son with a calm gaze,

laden with disappointment.

For he felt that his son, showing benevolence now, was an unforgivable mistake.

Ji Chengjue clearly understood the meaning in his father’s eyes, yet he did not retreat, but instead met his father’s gaze head-on.

"I want my grandson."

He was the Emperor,speaking with the supreme rule,

His will dictated that Tian Wujing must head to the snowy plains to drive away the wild people, Li Liangting must return to Beifeng Prefecture to continue guarding against the barbarians.

When he said war, war must happen; when he said peace, the Qian State officials and Chu State’s Regent must declare peace.

Now,

at this moment,

currently,

he simply desired his Imperial Grandson!

Ji Chengjue’s chest heaved; for the first time, he glared at his father with ferocity.

He abhorred that face, his father’s face.

Simultaneously,

from deep within his heart surfaced the memory of sneaking bribes to the eunuchs and sneaking into the cold palace where his mother resided years ago, at the moment he pushed open the door,

what he saw was,

his mother hanging from the beam.

Now,

he had returned,

he was there at his home,

his father decided his mother’s fate without asking him,

now,

he still intends to make a decision about his wife’s fate without asking him.

Ji Chengjue raised his hand,

pointing to the birthing room,

staring at his father, staring at the supreme ruler of the Yan,

word by word he declared:

"I want my wife!"

No one could have anticipated,

at this time,

a conflict between ruler and subject, a clash between father and son,

would unfold in this unexpected manner amid the clear and gentle rain.

And at this moment,

"Wah! Wah! Wah!!!!!!"

The clear cry of a baby broke the stagnant atmosphere within the courtyard.

A female doctor with bloodstains on her clothes rushed out,

kneeling to the ground,

crying and laughing as she exclaimed:

"Congratulations to His Majesty on the birth of the imperial grandson, congratulations to the Sixth Prince, mother and child are safe!"

The He family father and son sighed in relief at this moment, ceasing their struggle with the guards beside them, murmuring, "Heaven’s blessing, heaven’s blessing."

At this moment,

Wei Zhonghe directly knelt,

"This servant congratulates His Majesty on the birth of the imperial grandson; heaven bless our Emperor, long live the Yan!"

All around, all guards, palace maids, and eunuchs knelt together, chanting:

"Congratulations to His Majesty on the birth of the imperial grandson!"

"Congratulations to His Majesty on the birth of the imperial grandson!"

The Fourth Prince, Fifth Prince, Eldest Prince, and the Eldest Prince’s wife, as well as the Crown Prince sitting in the corner, all knelt at this moment:

"Your son congratulates Father on the birth of the eldest grandson!"

"Your son congratulates Father on the birth of the eldest grandson!"

The Yan Emperor remained unmoved,

continuing to stare at his sixth son.

Ji Chengjue, upon hearing "mother and child are safe,"

seemed to lose all strength,

plopping down onto the ground tiles, now moistened by the rain,

He looked up,

mouth open,

his gaze a bit vacant, gasping for breath, unsure whether laughing or crying.

Inside the entire prince’s residence,

everyone was kneeling,

only the Yan Emperor stood alone,

amidst the unceasing rain.

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