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However, the Empress Dowager, who had hurried over, came empty-handed. She was very dissatisfied. She only had two sons in her life. One became the Emperor, and the other wanted to rebel. Until now, he had been exiled to the wilderness and was an idle prince.

Although both were flesh and blood, they were still distant from each other. Her eldest son, Zong Huan, had cursed the late Empress Dowager to death when he was born, causing her to be disliked by the late Emperor for a long time. If she hadn't luckily given birth to her clever and quick-witted youngest son, Zong Xu, she wouldn't have regained the Emperor's favor. This made her love her youngest son far more than her eldest son.

Moreover, Zong Huan wasn't raised by her side since he was young. It wasn't as intimate as raising Zong Xu step by step. There was a lot less warmth between mother and son. When these two became Emperors, the power in her hands as the Empress Dowager was completely different.

Although she said this, she didn't agree with King Wu's decision to have a spy assassinate the Emperor. After all, he was born after ten months of pregnancy. Giving birth to a son in the Imperial Palace was like walking through the gates of hell. There were no feelings, but there were still blood ties.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but say, "Amitabha." Now that King Wu was exiled, perhaps she could use this opportunity to summon him back.

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Su Yang cried all the way. Before he reached Chengqian Palace, his eyes were already red and swollen. He was still sobbing in Zong Huan's arms, mourning the loss of his dignity as a man.

Zong Huan frowned and said, "You don't have to be afraid. The Empress Dowager won't trouble you for the time being."

He thought that Su Yang was afraid of the Empress Dowager and didn't want to see her. That was why he made such a scene.

Su Yang wiped the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand and sobbed, "What does this have to do with the Empress Dowager? I'm not crying for her. I'm crying for myself."

The tip of his nose was faintly pink and trembled as he spoke. Tears still flowed from the corners of his eyes that were swollen like a peach. The dust on his cheeks had long been washed away by his tears, revealing his white and tender cheeks. Because he had suffered a lot, the words that came out of his mouth was as weak as a kitten's. He just wanted someone to hold him in their arms and comfort him. He didn't want him to show such a sad expression.

Zong Huan only felt that he had been bewitched. The maids in the palace often said behind his back that this Tong Jiabao must have been a demon in disguise to be able to bewitch His Majesty. His Majesty ignored the three thousand beauties in the harem and only favored him.

When he heard this, he only felt that it was laughable. Tong Jiabao was indeed beautiful, but that was all. He was willing to give him a respectable position and enviable power because he was his benefactor. He had appeared by his side during his most difficult time, and not because of how attractive his appearance was.

But now, he knew that the so-called bewitching beauty was real.

The boy in front of him was pink and white. His cheeks were chubby and had some baby fat. He was in his early twenties, but he looked like a sixteen or seventeen year old boy. He blinked his bright round eyes. His eyes were watery, as if tears would come out of those watery eyes in the next moment.

He couldn't connect the boy in front of him with the little eunuch who hid a dagger in his sleeve and tried to kill him three years ago.

Zong Huan's Adam's apple moved slightly. His voice was slightly hoarse. He followed the boy's words and asked, "Then tell zhen, why are you crying?"

Su Yang bit his lower lip and felt extremely wronged, "Isn't it because … because I …"

Wuwuwu! Because I don't want to be a eunuch! How can I say this out loud, TOT!

Zong Huan saw that the tears in his eyes had begun to well up again, so he hurriedly took out a handkerchief from his bosom. Just as he was about to wipe his tears, he suddenly glanced at the scar on his palm. His originally gentle eyes gradually became cold and fierce.

Too dangerous. He was almost tricked by this seductive spirit.

Su Yang didn't notice his abnormality. He used the back of his hand to wipe his tears. He leaned his wet head on Zong Huan's shoulder and gently rubbed against it. His appearance was very pitiful, but also very hateful.

His black hair was covered in water droplets. His mind was filled with thoughts of being castrated, so he didn't have the mind to care about anything else. He even wet Zong Huan's clothes.

Zong Huan was a bit of a clean freak. If it was any other time, he would have already thrown this reckless little brat out. But today, he was different. He couldn't do it no matter what.

When the dragon carriage came to a stop, he picked up the little brat and said to the maidservant: "Prepare a set of clothes and send it in. Have Imperial Physician Li wait outside the hall."

After he finished speaking, he strode into the hot spring at the back of the hall. The dense steam quickly wrapped around the two people. Su Yang didn't have time to resist before his wet outer clothes were pulled off by Zong Huan, revealing a white shirt underneath. He quickly shrank into a corner and curled himself into a ball. He was determined not to let Zong Huan take off his clothes again.

Even now, he still didn't want to face the cruel reality!

Zong Huan thought that he was just shy, so he forcefully pulled the little hedgehog into his arms and quickly took off his clothes. Su Yang couldn't break away from him and could only watch as his clothes were taken off. His fair and smooth skin came into contact with the warm and moist air, and he shivered slightly for a moment.

Su Yang stared at this unreasonable man. Soon, his dark eyes were filled with a thin layer of water.

He choked with sobs and said: "Why are you so hateful …" It was as if the other person helping him take off his clothes was a terrible thing.

Zong Huan was distracted by his cat-like crying. It was as if his heart was being scratched by a cat's claw. He calmed himself down and carried Su Yang to the side of the pool: "Your leg is injured. When you wash it, remember to avoid the wound."

Although he had already used all of his willpower, the soft buttocks under his palm really made him want to linger. His breathing suddenly became heavy. He suddenly stood up and walked out. His back looked like he was running away.

Su Yang didn't have time to care about others. He moved to the side of the spring with small steps. He still covered his face with his hands, unwilling to accept reality. Suddenly, his back stiffened. He wasn't sure if he was hallucinating and creating something called a "phantom limb". He quietly opened his fingers and looked at his body through the narrow gap.

"!!!"

Nothing was missing. Nothing was missing. Wasn't it Eunuch Tong? Wasn't it a eunuch? How could this be!