The Prime Minister’s Darling-Chapter 404 - : 205 Fake Busting (Two updates combined into one)

Chapter 404: 205 Fake Busting (Two updates combined into one)

Cool Uncle, such an interesting title.

It’s the first time the Emperor has been called like this, all the flattering words from others cannot match up to this boy’s single term, Cool Uncle.

This child didn’t seem to be afraid of him, even though he was dressed incognito, he had long established a certain royal air from years sitting on the Dragon Throne. Ordinarily, people would be wary at the sight of him.

He squatted down.

Eunuch Wei stopped him: “Your Majesty!”

The Emperor raised his hand to stop him, hinting him to shut up. He squatted in front of the little boy, eye-to-eye with him.

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This child was so beautiful, with a round face, grape-like large eyes, and energetic little eyebrows. His small nose and mouth were also incredibly endearing.

The last time he saw such a cute child was when Ahen was little.

Facing such a child, nobody could behave distantly. The Emperor unintentionally revealed a gentle smile. “What’s your name?”

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“Jing Kong.” Little Jing Kong pondered for a moment while scratching his small clothes. “I’m a student at the Guozijian.”

The Emperor was smitten by this child.

Each of his little expressions and actions were extremely cute.

The night was too dark, he didn’t notice at first, only that his clothes seemed familiar. He did not link it to the Guozijian’s elementary education, after all, the children there would be about six to seven years old, this little dumpling looked no more than four years old.

He laughed: “Are you really a student at the Guozijian? How can they have such a small student?”

Little Jing Kong proclaimed, “Yes, I am! I really am! If you don’t believe me, test me!”

The Emperor, with no real knowledge on what they teach at the school, tested him with some simple lessons from his own chubby son. Little Jing Kong looked at him seriously and responded, “This is such a juvenile question, are you looking down on me?”

The Emperor: “…..”

The February night wind was still cold, and Little Jing Kong lost one of his shoes. His little foot was chilly standing on the cold ground.

He put his right foot on the sole of his left shoe, but then he lost his balance — swaying side to side. His little foot touched the ground again, then he quickly lifted it up and placed it back onto the left shoe.

This happened over and over again.

The Emperor suddenly felt sorry for his little foot.

The Emperor bent down, and picked up the little guy.

Eunuch Wei was stunned!

Your Majesty! What are you doing?

You are the emperor, the true dragon heir. How can you carelessly pick up a child from the masses?

Little Jing Kong suddenly felt himself becoming very tall.

He counted his fingers in Cool Uncle’s arms, remembering that a stranger shouldn’t carry him.

But being held for a short while seemed to pose no problem…

Cool Uncle didn’t look like a bad person.

In Zhan Country, it was said that it’s better to hold a grandchild than a son, so the Emperor had never even held his own son, but now he held a common child in his arms.

So, that’s how tender a child’s body is, carrying a faint scent of milk.

“Where do you live?” asked The Emperor, pleasantly.

Little Jing Kong pointed to the Medical Hall.

He did indeed live in Bishui Alley, but he was intending to go to the Medical Hall. His playmates were there.

“Your Majesty…” Eunuch Wei looked at the Emperor worriedly.

The Emperor said, “It’s okay.”

The areas around the Guozijian were safe and he wanted to see for himself whether the land under the Emperor was indeed peaceful.

“I shall hold him.” Eunuch Wei extended his hand.

I can even bear the weight of a country, how can I not carry a child?

The Emperor refused Eunuch Wei’s offer, and carried Little Jing Kong to the Medical Hall.

The Emperor was unaware that this was a Medical Hall that accommodates accident victims, and Little Jing Kong had pointed to a shortcut that led them directly into Gu Jiao’s small courtyard.

In the courtyard, Qin Chuyu was relishing his food, completely unaware that his biological father was about to arrive in three seconds.

Having a sugar-coated hawthorn stick in his left hand, and a bottle of milk in his right, Qin Chuyu was thoroughly enjoying himself.

“Chu Yu!” Little Jing Kong called out to him.

“Yeah?” He casually responded. Upon lifting his head, he almost choked!

The Emperor and Eunuch Wei also spotted Qin Chuyu.

Qin Chuyu: “Dad-dad-dad…”

Eunuch Wei: “Sev-sev-seven…”

The Emperor: “Shut up!”

The two immediately shut their mouths.

Little Jing Kong glanced at the Cool Uncle, then at Qin Chuyu, feeling that their expressions were a bit off.

“Do you two know each other?” He asked, tilting his head.

If it weren’t for the question, it would have been better. As soon as he voiced it, Qin Chuyu felt a pang of jealousy. After all this time, he had never been held by his imperial father, so how did this kid get the privilege?

Qin Chuyu gathered his courage to look at the Emperor, noticing that the Emperor didn’t seem resistant, cleared his little throat and said, “He’s my fa…ther.”