The system takes the poor cub to find his father

Li Defu's face was so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip out of it. He ordered his attendants in a cold voice:

"Guard the front and back of the Ming Mansion well. Don't let even a fly fly out of here. Otherwise, ..."

Although he didn't finish his words, the cold tone and fierceness in his eyes made his men shudder. They just heard what the old man from the Ming family said, and they also realized the seriousness of the problem.

Thinking of the dirty things that the old man Mingfu had just said, Li Defu couldn't help but feel a strong sense of disgust in his heart.

This person from the Ming family is so cruel that he dares to make a fuss about the corpses of His Majesty the Emperor's parents. He is simply courting death and wishes his life would be too long!

"Don't worry, Steward Li, we will do our best." The secret guards saluted with fists and assured Li Defu with firm looks.

"Thank you all for your help." Li Defu suppressed his anger, but felt uneasy in his heart.

His Majesty has always attached great importance to his parents' affairs. Now that he knows about the evil deeds of the Ming family, he will be furious to what extent. He did not dare to delay for a moment and immediately said:

"We will go back to the palace now."

"Li, please go slowly. You two escort Li back to the palace." In addition to the secret guards that Li Defu brought with him who only obeyed His Majesty's orders, there were also the imperial guards of the palace. They acted quickly and surrounded the Ming Mansion tightly.

Li Defu hurriedly boarded the carriage and galloped towards the palace with his entourage.

It was not until he saw Li Defu hurriedly leaving that Ming Youzong suddenly realized that they had not found out that the Ming family had colluded with the Wu clan of the previous dynasty.

He was so flustered that he handed the evidence to them personally.

Ming Youzong turned pale and collapsed to the ground as if he had lost all his strength.

It's over! It's all over.

...

At the same time, in the palace, Ming Yunqi, holding Ming Jiang in his arms, steadily returned to the bedroom.

Ming Jiang was tightly wrapped in a black cloak by Ming Yunqi, and her body was surrounded by the dragon sandalwood emanating from Ming Yunqi. The elegant and solemn breath seemed to have a magical soothing power.

Ming Jiang, like a little animal that finally found a safe haven after being injured, gently rubbed Ming Yunqi's collar.

"His Majesty!"

Seeing this, the maid in the palace hurried forward and wanted to take the little prince out of Ming Yunqi's arms, but Ming Yunqi gently waved his hand to stop her.

He slowly untied the strap of the cloak around his neck, as if peeling open a precious gift, and carefully took out Ming Jiang, who was lying tightly on him.

In a flash, Ming Jiang felt the light around him become brighter, and the warmth that enveloped him disappeared.

Ming Jiang curled her lips and her eyes were filled with tears that were about to burst out.

Ming Yunqi keenly noticed Ming Jiang's emotional changes, and hurriedly turned around and gently pulled him out of his arms, placing him on the soft couch covered with soft fur.

"Are you hungry?"

Ming Jiang lowered her head at this moment. The beautiful red fox fur coat she wore had become tattered and she looked very pitiful.

He could clearly feel a familiar gaze fixed on him, but he couldn't help but think wildly:

Why didn't he hug me anymore? Did he think I was dirty or annoying?

Ming Yunqi only turned around for a short time to wash his hands. When he turned his head again to look towards the couch, he faintly heard the little cub sobbing softly.

He paused in wiping his hands, then sighed helplessly.

Ming Jiang felt more and more wronged the more she thought about it, and she could no longer control her emotions. Tears started to fall down her cheeks.

The next second, a pair of warm and powerful hands gently lifted his chin, and Ming Jiang, with tears in his eyes, met Ming Yunqi's deep and concerned eyes.

Immediately afterwards, a warm towel gently wiped his dirty little face. The warm touch made Ming Jiang slightly stunned.

"Why are you crying?" Ming Yunqi's low voice sounded in Ming Jiang's ears, with a bit of confusion and heartache.

It would have been better if he hadn't asked. The more Ming Jiang asked, the more aggrieved he felt. He turned around angrily and faced Ming Yunqi with his back.

Then Ming Yunqi pinched her under the armpit forcefully and made her turn around to face him.

Ming Jiang pursed her lips and looked up at the tall man.

"I... I thought you... you didn't want me anymore! Wuuu, you just left me here and didn't care about me anymore. Are you tired of me?" The little cub complained with sobs, his face full of grievance.

"You are my child, I will never give up on you."

Ming Yunqi looked at Ming Jiang, who was acting like a spoiled brat, his eyes full of helplessness and doting, and a sense of novelty suddenly welled up in his heart.

He clearly remembered that when he first saw the little guy yesterday, he was covered with thorns and was very alert to his surroundings, like a little hedgehog ready to prick people at any time.

But now, the little hedgehog slowly retracted its sharp spines, carefully showing him its soft heart, with eyes full of attachment.

This child is sensitive and extremely lacking in love. It is not difficult to imagine that he must have suffered a lot of hardships and injuries in the past days when he could not see.

Ming Yunqi thought of what the little guy said when he broke down and cried, that someone had used his blood to make something, and his heart ached.

His eyes unconsciously deepened. Only the descendants of the witch clan of the previous dynasty would use such cruel means to perform witchcraft to change fate.

When Ming Yunqi thought of those evil wizards and their heinous deeds, a layer of coldness appeared in the depths of his eyes.

He wanted to ask about Ming Jiang's past life, but was afraid of bringing up the little guy's painful memories.

The child looked no more than three or four years old, and what had left such a deep impression on him must have been a tremendous pain that ordinary people could hardly endure.

Ming Yunqi gently stroked Ming Jiang's soft hair, his heart filled with depression and powerlessness.

He secretly regretted that if he could have found the child earlier, perhaps he would have suffered less.

The little guy's magical ability to remove curses was probably learned during those dark days.

As for worrying that Ming Jiang is a spy sent by the Wu clan?

Ha! In Ming Yunqi's heart, no matter what Ming Jiang's previous identity was,

From now on, he can only be his own child and the only heir of Dayu.

If those rats hiding in the dark corners dare to mess with his children again, he will make them regret coming into this world and make them pay a heavy price for their actions.