Sikong Yun was brought to the Imperial Study.
This time, he was not kneeling. After all, he had gone from a traitor to a loyal minister who had found the royal family's flesh and blood.
"Bastard!"
Emperor Jing Xuan slapped the table.
Alright, he still had to pretend to be a bastard.
Sikong Yun bowed slightly and apologized, "Your Majesty, please forgive me."
Emperor Jing Xuan said sternly, "You'd better tell me the truth. What's going on? Where did you find this child? And why have you been hiding it?"
"Ah…"
Sikong Yun opened his mouth.
As the number one quack in the Great Zhou, he had to make up stories at will. However, it was really not easy to make up a story this time.
Emperor Jing Xuan took a deep breath. "If he hadn't called me Royal Father…"
Sikong Yun wondered,"Is there a possibility that he doesn't know what a Royal Father is?"
