The system takes the poor cub to find his father

"Daddy, it's now!" Ming Jiang's childish voice suddenly rang out, clear and firm, seeming particularly abrupt in this quiet atmosphere.

Hearing the voice, Ming Yunqi looked at the little person in his arms. Without saying a word, he hugged Ming Jiang tightly, tapped his toes lightly, and his figure rushed towards where Wang An was like a ghost.

In an instant, a silver light flashed in Ming Jiang's hand, and a silver needle as thin as an ox hair flashed coldly at his fingertips.

He waved his hand, and the silver needle pierced into Wang An's head with lightning speed and precision. At the same time, an almost inaudible "click" sound came from Wang An's body.

From this injection, Ming Jiang seemed to be turned on. His hands danced faster and faster, and the silver needle shuttled through his fingertips like a nimble silver snake.

Ming Yunqi seemed to have a telepathic connection with him, and they cooperated more and more tacitly. Sometimes, even without Ming Jiang saying anything, Ming Yunqi could understand what he meant just by looking into his bright eyes, and quickly handed over the silver needle. His movements of turning around and changing positions were smooth and agile, as if he had practiced it thousands of times.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Wang Fu stared in amazement at Wang An, who was pricked like a hedgehog.

I saw that his body was densely covered with silver needles, and each of the needles stood upright. If someone with trypophobia saw them, their scalp would definitely go numb.

However, surprisingly, Wang An's face gradually turned rosy, and his originally weak breath became steady and strong.

Ming Jiang was already exhausted at this time. Her little hands hung limply on Ming Yunqi's shoulders, her little face pressed against her father's neck, but her eyes were still fixed on Wang An, not missing any change.

Seeing that Wang An's condition had improved, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief, and then he rubbed against Ming Yunqi like a lazy kitten, and said coquettishly:

"Daddy, my hands hurt. Can you help Ming Jiang collect these 108 silver needles?" After saying that, she opened her big watery eyes and looked at Ming Yunqi pitifully.

Seeing this, Ming Yunqi raised his lips slightly, revealing a doting smile. This little guy's quirky appearance really made it more difficult for him to resist.

To be honest, if it was just the life of an ordinary eunuch, it would not be worth it for his noble majesty to personally rescue him. But facing Ming Jiang's request, his heart softened instantly. He was unable to refuse, nor did he want to refuse.

"Okay, Daddy will help you massage it when we get back." Ming Yunqi responded softly.

When Ming Jiang heard this, his eyes widened in surprise. He obviously didn't expect his father to agree so readily. Just as Ming Yunqi was about to start to remove the needle, a chubby little hand suddenly stretched out and stopped him.

The next moment, something magical happened. The silver needles that were originally inserted into Wang An's body suddenly trembled violently at the same time, as if being pulled by an invisible force.

Then, it was as if a pair of invisible hands gently stroked him. With a soft "ding" sound, the 108 silver needles, as if they had heard a call, all left Wang An's body, drew silver arcs in the air, and were then neatly arranged in a cotton waist bag.

This scene happened to be seen clearly by the secret guards and Wang Fu who were hiding in the dark. They were so shocked that their jaws almost dropped and their eyes were wide open.

"What is that? Telekinesis? Your Highness actually knows witchcraft!"

"Could it be that the young prince's mother is from the Wu clan?"

"Hasn't your majesty always hated the Wu Clan? How could he favor a Wu Clan woman? This is absolutely impossible! Then who is the little prince's mother?"

The amount of information was so huge that they could not digest it for a while.

Ming Yunqi, who was closest to the scene, couldn't help but shrink his pupils when he first saw this scene, but he quickly regained his composure, as if everything in front of him was normal and he didn't regard Ming Jiang's special ability as something unusual.

He glanced around sternly, his eyes revealing a warning, advising everyone not to speculate about Ming Jiang's affairs.

The commander of the secret guards looked at His Majesty's expression and understood in his heart that no matter who the little prince's biological mother was, it would not affect His Majesty's love and cherishment for him.

At this time, Wang An in the pot slowly opened his eyes, his eyes full of confusion and bewilderment. He looked around blankly, obviously not yet figuring out his current situation.

"You're awake!" Ming Jiang saw Wang An wake up, and his eyes suddenly flashed with joy and pride. After all, this was the person he saved with his own hands!

Ming Jiang turned his head and looked at Ming Yunqi. Ming Yunqi understood what he meant and patted him on the back gently, praising him: "Of course, our Ming Jiang is the best and most amazing child!"

A gust of cold wind whistled past, and Wang An, who was soaking in the water, shivered involuntarily. Only then did he slowly realize his current state. He looked down and saw that he was in a big pot. The flames at the bottom of the pot were burning fiercely, making crackling sounds, and the water surface was also bubbling and boiling. However, the magical thing was that he did not feel the slightest burning pain. On the contrary, when the boiling water in the pot touched his skin, he felt a warm and soft feeling.

When Wang Fu saw Wang An waking up, he was overjoyed. He quickly took off his cloak and carefully put it on Wang An's broken body, his face full of concern.

Wang An took the cloak with trepidation and wrapped his wounded body tightly. When his eyes fell on Ming Jiang and Ming Yunqi, he knelt down hurriedly and saluted, saying in a trembling voice: "Your Majesty! Little Prince!"

"What happened? Why are you so badly injured?" Ming Yunqi's voice was low and majestic, revealing an unquestionable sense of oppression.

When Wang An heard this, his originally confused expression suddenly became serious, and the previous scene flashed through his mind like lightning.

"Your Majesty, I went to the city gate as usual today, waiting for you and the little prince to arrive. However, at noon, a carriage hurried into the city. A gust of wind blew open the curtain, and I turned my head inadvertently and saw Mingxu!"

Mingxu, the child who had been missing from Emperor Ming Youzong's home for a long time and was later kidnapped from the Ministry of Justice prison.

"Looking at Mingxu's appearance, he doesn't seem to be kidnapped..." There was a hint of doubt and solemnity in Wang An's voice. Obviously, the hidden story in this made him feel very puzzled.