It is night.
The Emperor appeared at the residence Zhao Yao had climbed over the wall into during the day.
The middle-aged man ignored the uninvited Emperor and continued reading the book in his hands.
The Emperor did not mind the middle-aged man's rudeness. He sat across from the middle-aged man, smiling, "How is my youngest son? Isn't he adorable and charming, especially when he smiles and reveals his dimples?"
Upon hearing the word "dimples," the middle-aged man no longer remained indifferent and raised his icy gaze to look at the Emperor.
"Is this your purpose?"
The Emperor did not answer the middle-aged man's question but instead asked, "My youngest son doesn't look much like me, though he somewhat resembles my elder brother, don't you think?"
The middle-aged man's face instantly turned cold and angry, "What right do you have to mention the master?"
"He was my elder brother, why can't I mention him?"
