Tyrant Parenting Guide

Outside the temple of Mount Alai, it was covered with snow. A hooded priest hurried out of the temple against the wind and snow. From the edge of the hood, a strand of golden hair hung down, and only a beautifully shaped chin could be seen. , and pursed lips.

Holding a small bundle in his arms, he moved carefully and gently, humming a song in his mouth, and the singing faded away with the wind and snow.

At the foot of Mount Alai, stands a royal city. Today, the royal city is brightly lit. Looking from the temple of Mount Alai, you can see the detailed outline of the royal city from the lights all over the city.

And today is the 25th birthday of Emperor Iris of the Holy Empire.

According to the rumors, he was a devil-like tyrant. The corpses of nobles who were killed because of his gaffes could fill a river valley, and the people who died because of his battles could even pile up into mountains.

The prestige of the Holy Empire can make the kings of all countries change their faces.

The priest sighed softly, "Maybe he will change for you."

He walked down Mount Alai, and the wind and snow along the way gave way one after another.

The gate of the royal city was closed tightly, and there was a carnival in the city at this moment. The guards of the city guards did their duty. When they saw the priest, they immediately knelt down and opened the gate. At the same time, a fast horse had already rushed to the castle, and the priest walked in. Wangcheng, entered the palace again.

Seeing the priest, the reveling men and women bowed down and saluted him, respectfully calling him "the envoy of God".

Finally, the priest came to the door of the banquet hall, and there was music and laughter from men and women.

The priest walked into the banquet. He was dressed in snow and brought a great chill when he walked in, which made the noisy banquet quiet for an instant. Whether it was the musicians of the band or the men and women who were laughing and dancing, they all stopped. With his head down, he is honored as "God Envoy".

Only the man on the throne, the light hit his expressionless side face, the indifference in his eyes was harder to melt than the ice and snow on Mount Alai.

The priest looked at the man quietly and said, "I have a gift."

Until then, the emperor who looked like a statue raised his eyebrows and asked, "What gift is it that made you walk down the snow mountain?"

The priest stared at him and said solemnly: "This will be your most important gift."

The emperor frowned slightly. This expression made everyone who saw it gasp slightly.

"Important..." The emperor caught the word, a sarcastic smile curled up on the corner of his lips, and deep darkness filled his eyes.

The priest walked towards the emperor, and the burden in his arms suddenly moved slightly.

The emperor's eyes froze.

The priest came in front of the emperor, squatted down, and put the burden in his arms on the emperor's knees. He felt that the emperor's legs stiffened instantly.

The emperor's indifferent eyes were instantly ignited, and he growled, "What is this!"

The priest raised his head, the hood slipped from his head, his long golden hair was scattered, his blue eyes as clear as the sky stared at the emperor's eyes lit by anger, and said quietly: "This is the best gift."

He pushed back the head of the bundle, revealing a baby's face, with rosy cheeks, pouty lips, closed eyes, and soft silver hair, which was [-]% like the emperor, like a baby version of His Majesty the emperor.

As if a volcano was about to erupt, the emperor said coldly, "Whose child he is, take him—"

The emperor's words stopped abruptly. He saw the corner of a letter that was exposed in the baby's swaddle, and his name was written in familiar handwriting.

—To Iris.

Love you, Andre.

Love you, Christina.

The emperor's fingers trembled suddenly.

The priest said: "Iris, his name is Arnos."

The emperor's hand fell on the baby's swaddle, and the baby's soft cheek was only a little away from his fingers, but this little distance seemed to be a gap that could not be bridged no matter what.

The light fell on the emperor's expressionless face, the wind and snow outside the banquet hall, there were whispers below, but around him, silence shrouded.

Suddenly, the baby's lips moved, making a small humming sound, and the baby tilted its head slightly, and its cheek touched the emperor's finger.

It seemed like a miracle.

The priest was a little surprised, the tyrant's eyes became so soft and nostalgic in an instant.

Time seems to go back to the past.

It's a pity that the emperor's softness was only for a moment, and he quickly changed back to his indifferent appearance, and called a maid to hold the child.

The priest stood up and said to the emperor, "You must live together."

The emperor rejected him coldly, "It is the greatest kindness for me to keep him."

The priest smiled and said, "You will understand."

After finishing speaking, the priest put on his hood again, just like when he came, and went back into the snowstorm.

After the priest left, the emperor held the letter from the baby's swaddle and remained silent for a long time. All the men and women at the banquet lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at the emperor.

After an unknown period of silence, the emperor left the throne and walked out of the banquet hall. The maid followed the emperor closely with the baby in her arms.

When the emperor's figure disappeared, the men and women became noisy again, this time everyone was discussing the baby.

"Is that His Majesty's illegitimate son?"

"Son or daughter."

"It was actually carried by the priest himself. Is that the prince?"

……

The emperor returned to his bedroom, and it was dark in the bedroom. The maid turned on the light, but it still couldn't make it brighter. The colors in the room were all black, black wallpaper, black floor tiles, black leather chairs, and black beds. And the black curtains, this place seems to be the inner world of the emperor, always full of darkness.

He stood in front of the window, dazed, holding the letter in his palm for a long time, but he didn't have any desire to read it.

"You guys betrayed me..."

The letter was thrown on the ground by him.

A small, faint cry sounded in the room.

The emperor suddenly came back to his senses, turned his head, stared at the maid who followed with murderous eyes, and said solemnly: "Why don't you take him away, stay away from me, and never let him appear in front of me."

The maid showed a troubled look, facing the emperor's murderous gaze, she lowered her head and said, "Your Majesty, look, this child has a seal from blood, and he must stay by your side."

Just on the baby's back, on the soft skin, there is a gorgeous pattern spreading.

The emperor strode up to the maid, staring at the wound, with blue veins appearing on his forehead, "What right do they have to throw the child to me? For the so-called blood relationship, or do they think there is still a relationship between me and me, so they want to let me go?" I help them raise their kids."

Tears welled up in the maid's eyes, and she begged, "Your Majesty, we all know what price we will pay for the seal of the bloodline."

The emperor sneered and said, "Ten years ago, they should have died. I was magnanimous and forgave them."

The emperor was furious, but the maid was relieved. She had served the temperamental majesty for more than ten years and knew in her heart that he had agreed to keep the child.

She picked up the letter that was still on the ground by the emperor, then dug out the crib that His Majesty used when he was a child, put it in the corner of the bedroom, and said in a loving voice: "My Prince, welcome home."

In the crib, the baby made small cries.

In the middle of the night, the emperor couldn't fall asleep no matter what. He came to the crib, stared at the sleeping baby, and said in a low voice:

"It's a really bad birthday."

"And you are the worst gift ever."