The Demonic King Chases His Wife

Following the departure of that deterrence pressure, only then was Emperor Jing able to slowly gasp for air. He supported himself by holding onto a pillar, and shakingly stood up.

The crown prince and the empress were still collapsed on the ground. It was not that they didn’t want to get up, rather, at this moment, the last thread of strength in their body was used up. They were weaker than even an infant, how could they get up?

Emperor Jing, seeing Nangong Liuyun still sitting there, calm and composed as before, a deeply complicated expression appeared in his eyes.

At this moment, Nangong Liuyun seemed so unfamiliar that even he, this father, didn’t recognize him.

At this moment, Emperor Jing seemed to recall that year when the very young Nangong Liuyun caused the bitter scene of the massacre in the imperial capital.

Emperor Jing smiled self-mockingly.

At that time, the nearly five years old Nangong Liuyun was already so strong. How could the him right now listen to his instructions to handle matters? He really had sat on this position of the emperor for too long a time and was used to the ease and comfort. He couldn’t even clearly see this principle.

“Father Emperor……” The crown prince, half-lying down on the ground, roared unwillingly in his heart. That kneel just now ruthlessly ripped apart his last thread of dignity, letting Nangong Liuyun trample it. Now, after he had gotten his life back, the crown prince immediately became upset.

Emperor Jing waved his hands and said to Nangong Liuyun: “Whatever you like to do, then go do it.”