The emperor and Zhao Panpan, who had been tricked by the empress, were still in a state of madness.
"You're my father, you're my father..." Zhao Panpan lowered her voice and cried. This melodramatic reality was like a folk story!
When the emperor heard the word 'father', he had goosebumps all over his body.
"Crack..." A bolt of lightning flashed outside, and it began to rain heavily. The emperor was so frightened that he shivered and found a pillar to lean against. If his legs went soft, there was still a place to lean on.
"What should I do? Are you my husband or my father? Is my son your son or your grandson?" Zhao Panpan's face was pale and she seemed to be extremely afraid. She trembled as she shrank back into the bed. They seemed to be a pair of fake father and daughter, yet a real couple. They kept feeling like they were going to be struck to death by lightning.
The emperor's face was ashen. At this moment, he even wanted to die.
