"Don't worry, Little Thirteen is the best behaved. He's also got a lot of courage; you can't scare him."
As soon as he finished speaking, ignoring his son's contemptuous look, he quietly waved his fist at Little Thirteen from an angle where Zhan Se couldn't see, mimed, 'I'll beat you up,' and without another word, he picked up Zhan Se and walked outside.
"Father Emperor, you're bullying people! Mother, the beast is out of its cage, you need to be careful—"
Little Thirteen's shouts came from behind.
Having left Little Thirteen's room, Emperor Quan walked briskly with Zhan Se in his arms. He was naturally tall and broad-shouldered, with long legs that took large strides, bringing gusts of cold air whistling by them as they moved.
