The system takes the poor cub to find his father

The faint light of morning light shines through the thin clouds and shines on the wide and flat official road, creating a faint golden color.

A seemingly plain carriage moved slowly forward, the rumbling of its wheels and the clatter of its horses' hooves breaking the tranquility of the early morning.

On both sides of the carriage, there were a few slender guards guarding, their eyes were scanning the surroundings vigilantly,

The leading man was tall and straight, exuding an innate aura of majesty.

The horse under his crotch was tall and strong, with smooth and graceful lines, and its mane fluttering in the wind like a burning flame.

Ming Yunqi calmly held the reins with one hand, letting the horse walk at a leisurely pace, as if strolling in the garden, slowly walking along the side of the carriage.

Suddenly, the small curtain on the carriage window was gently lifted.

Ming Yunqi seemed to sense something and turned his head sharply.

In an instant, his cold and stern eyes, which kept people at a distance, melted a little when they met the small and tender face sticking out of the car window, like ice and snow meeting the warm sun.

"Daddy, how long will it take to get there? Jiang'er is hungry." Ming Jiang held the car window tightly with her two little hands, her pink cheeks puffed up slightly.

"Dear Ming Jiang, there are some snacks and dried meat that you like in the carriage. Eat some to fill your stomach first. When we get to the posthouse ahead, Daddy will buy you lots of delicious food." Ming Yunqi's voice was low and gentle, and his eyes were full of doting.

"Okay." Ming Jiang hung his head, like a deflated ball, and shrank back reluctantly.

Although the appearance of this carriage is ordinary, there is a different world inside.

As soon as you enter the carriage, you can smell a lingering and elegant sandalwood scent, which is refreshing and seems to calm your mind instantly.

The interior of the carriage was extremely spacious, with soft brocade spread evenly on the seats. Ming Jiang could roll around easily with her small body nestled on them.

Next to the seat, there is an exquisite secret compartment, the handle of which is carved with exquisite patterns.

Ming Jiang stretched out her little hand and pressed lightly on the carved handle. With a crisp "click" sound, the secret compartment slowly opened.

The first layer of the secret compartment is filled with a variety of snacks, including dried beef jerky and some sweet and sour preserved fruits.

They were carefully cut into even small pieces and neatly stacked together. These were Ming Jiang's favorite snacks on weekdays. Those cakes that were not easy to preserve were swept away by him on the first day of the trip.

The shockproof design of this carriage was extremely sophisticated. Ming Jiang could hardly feel any bumps or vibrations while sitting inside.

Time goes back to three days ago.

In the majestic palace, that night after Ming Yunqi had Ming Jiang examined,

In the middle of the night, Ming Jiang was sleeping in a daze. He subconsciously reached out to touch the place beside him, but he only felt an empty and cool feeling.

"Father?" Ming Jiang rubbed his sleepy eyes, slowly climbed up from the soft bed, and looked around with sleepy eyes.

Wang Fu, who was on night watch, heard the noise in the bedroom and hurried in from outside.

"My dear little prince, do you have any instructions?" Wang Fu stepped forward, bent down slightly, and respectfully and skillfully picked up the quilt that Ming Jiang had kicked to the ground, and carefully wrapped it around Ming Jiang's petite body.

"Fu Fu, where is father?" Ming Jiang narrowed his eyes and tried hard to search for the familiar and warm figure in the hall, but found nothing. A trace of loss appeared on his little face.

"In reply to your Highness, it seems that Chief Steward Li has something urgent to report to His Majesty. Your Majesty should have gone to the Qinzheng Palace."

Wang Fu raised his eyes slightly, and quietly observed Ming Jiang's mood changes. Seeing that she looked a little unhappy, he quickly continued,

"Before His Majesty left, he specifically asked me to take good care of the little prince."

"Thank you for your hard work, Fu Fu. Did the emperor say when he will be back?" Ming Jiang asked expectantly, blinking her big eyes as bright as black gemstones.

"I'm not sure about this, but His Majesty said that he would come back to have breakfast with Your Majesty. It's only the third watch now, and the night is still long. Your Majesty, you might as well sleep a little longer. When you wake up again, you may be able to see His Majesty." Wang Fu's voice was soft and gentle.

Looking at Wang Fu's serious and concerned expression, although Ming Jiang still felt a little lost in his heart, he obediently lay back on the couch, allowing Wang Fu to tuck in the quilt for him and pat his body gently, as if he was coaxing a wounded little animal.

Ming Jiang cooperated and closed her eyes. After a while, her breathing became steady, as if she had fallen into a sweet dream.

However, Wang Fu did not notice that after he quietly left, the little guy who had been coaxed to sleep suddenly opened his eyes again, without a trace of sleepiness in his eyes.

Ming Jiang reached out and touched the side of the pillow, and sure enough, the "little tail" that had always followed him was nowhere to be seen.

"Hmph! That clingy guy must be following Father." Ming Jiang muttered softly.

Then, Ming Jiang got up from the bed. During this period of time, he had been living with his father. The injuries on his soul were gradually getting better with Ming Yunqi's daily life. Although her body was currently unable to use spiritual power,

But that "little tail" was originally a part separated from his body, so even though it was not around at the moment, Ming Jiang could vaguely feel its general direction.

Ming Jiang sat cross-legged on the bed with his eyes closed. His chubby fingers flew back and forth nimbly, making seals quickly. His movements were skillful and smooth, as if he had practiced them countless times.

The next second, a scene appeared in front of Ming Jiang's eyes. The surroundings were pitch black, the environment was gloomy and depressing, and the sound of dripping water could be heard from time to time.

Ming Jiang felt that his position was slowly moving, and then he noticed a hot and warm chest behind him. The familiar breath instantly hit his face, making Ming Jiang realize that at this moment he was observing everything around him from the perspective of a "little tail".

Now she was curled up in her father's arms. Ming Jiang carefully poked a little tip out of Ming Yunqi's collar, but at that moment, the hair on his tail suddenly exploded uncontrollably, like a frightened little hedgehog.

Opposite him, there was a man covered in blood, with hair as disheveled as weeds, scattered all over his face, making it difficult to see his features. He was tied to a wooden frame with thick ropes, his body drooping weakly, and only the occasional weak rise and fall of his chest proved that he still had a breath.

Next to it, there was a red-hot iron, emitting a heart-pounding high temperature.

The moment it was put into the cold water, a pungent white smoke instantly came out. The white smoke rose up and filled the entire space, adding a more eerie atmosphere to the originally gloomy and terrifying scene.

"Your Majesty... I have told you everything you need to know. I only ask that you release Yao'er and Xu'er for the sake of being descendants of the Ming family. They are still young and don't know anything."

The tied man's voice was weak, as if it was being squeezed out with difficulty from the depths of his throat, and he looked in the direction of Ming Jiang with pleading eyes.

Ming Jiang was so frightened that he trembled all over. For a moment, he thought he was discovered. He quickly shrank into his father's clothes. His body was as tense as a taut bowstring. He didn't dare to move for a long time. After a long time, he realized that the man couldn't see him at all and should be talking to his father.

Ming Jiang moved his body slightly, and he felt his chest vibrate twice. Then, he heard Ming Yunqi laugh with a sarcastic tone.

"Do you think that I will let you go after you have done such a heinous thing? Emperor Ming Youzong, are you too naive?" Ming Yunqi's voice was low and majestic, and every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting people's hearts hard.

"What are you going to do?" Ming Youzong could hear the undisguised cruelty in Ming Yunqi's words. He was filled with despair. He should have known that Ming Yunqi, who had been cruel and ruthless since childhood, would never let his grandson go.

"Ming Yunqi, you will be punished, you will definitely be punished." Ming Youzong's voice became a little sharp because of anger and despair, and he cursed desperately.

"How dare you curse His Majesty? This is sheer treason! Slap your face! Slap your face now!" Li, the chief steward, was immediately furious.

Then, two clear and loud sounds of wooden boards hitting flesh echoed in this small space, making people's scalps numb.