In the study.
Emperor Xia Huangchun looked at his suddenly appearing father, his entire body tense.
Spiritual Power quietly seeped into his storage magical treasure, calling for his trusted subordinates to come.
"Father, why are you..."
Prince Chun tried to buy time, but for a moment, he couldn't think of any excuses.
After all, the father and son hadn't seen each other for a very long time, and they hadn't spent time face-to-face like this in just as long.
"Don't bother waiting, your subordinates won't be able to come."
Emperor Xia Xuanmin spoke calmly, but his words made Prince Chun's heart sink to the bottom.
"Father, you..."
Before he could finish speaking, the sounds of magical explosions and bursts of angry reprimands emanated from the manor, mixed with various intense fluctuations of Spiritual Power.
"Daring scoundrel!"
"The Prince has treated you well!"
"Rubbish!"
