Hearing the emperor's words, Zhao Hongwei felt a chill down his spine. The words he was trying to persuade the emperor were stuck in his throat. His eyes and mouth were wide open as he stared at the crown prince, who was bleeding from all seven orifices.
"I... I... I don't have a son..." Zhao Hongwei's scalp turned numb as he fell to the ground, his handsome face suddenly aging by several years. He crazily hugged the crown prince, who had already stiffened, "Son, son, open your eyes and look. I'm your father! I'm your father, what's wrong with you..."
Zhao Hongwei had yearned to have another son for many years, and now that his wish had come true, it was a dead one... Zhao Hongwei was on the verge of a mental breakdown. He hugged the crown prince and cried his heart out. He touched the crown prince's skin carefully and cried as he howled, "Xiao Meili, you're so cruel! My son, my son!"
