The Emperor placed his hands behind his back and smiled, "Take what I give you."
Ning Xu hurriedly spoke up, "Take it."
How could he equate this to that? These things were hardly abundant. It was only because he knew Rongchuan had been saving up, fond of shops and estates, that he had sent the deeds today; otherwise, there would have been more.
Rongchuan felt the deeds in his hand were burning hot. Since his father had spoken, he could only say, "Your servant thanks the Emperor."
The hand the Emperor hid behind his back clenched into a fist. An illegitimate son couldn't call him father, which truly soured his heart, "The Empress is waiting. You should go now."
He had no intention of joining them; he didn't want to see the Empress's restrained appearance, which would make him feel even worse.
