The system takes the poor cub to find his father

In the end, under Ming Yunqi's insistence, the director of the Imperial Hospital had no choice but to carefully check Ming Jiang's leg bones again.

After a long while, the dean raised his head and replied:

"Your Majesty, the little prince's bones are intact and there is nothing unusual about them. Judging from the strength and growth of his bones, they are much better than those of other cubs of the same age."

Wang Weian was also a little surprised. He stared at Ming Jiang intently.

This little cub, who looked only three or four years old, had all his organs as fresh and tender as if he had just been born, as if the past three years had not left even the slightest trace on his body, as if he had been born into the world in this way.

After Ming Yunqi learned that Ming Jiang was indeed safe and sound, his tense expression finally relaxed, and his tense heartstrings also relaxed.

Therefore, he did not notice Wang Weian frowning in the corner and muttering something. Fu Ling, who was standing by, heard all of Wang Weian's mumblings. In an instant, his eyes darkened and his heart beat faster.

The little prince that Li Defu had been searching for for a long time but had no clue, and who seemed to have never existed in this world, didn't he just appear out of nowhere in front of everyone without any warning?

Fu Ling's thoughts drifted back to the past, and he remembered what the great witch who had taught him the essence of witchcraft had said.

The Wu clan has been worshipping a sacred object for generations. Thousands of years ago, the great witch who controlled the power of the Wu clan had the honor of communicating with the sacred object.

The divine object sent down an oracle, declaring that one day in the future, a great witch with great fortune and mysterious origins will come to the world. This person will turn the tide when the fortune of the witch clan is about to be extinguished, allowing it to continue its glory for another hundred years.

Could it be that this oracle is foreshadowing the little prince in front of us?

Fu Ling secretly speculated in his heart,

If this is true, once the remnants of the witch clan who are hiding in the dark and have evil intentions hear of the existence of the young prince, they will definitely snatch him away at all costs and by any means necessary.

What will Your Majesty do then?

What kind of turmoil and chaos will the world fall into?

"Master Imperial Master? Master Imperial Master!" Just as Fu Ling was immersed in deep worry and thought, his sleeve was gently pulled. He suddenly came to his senses and turned around to see the head of the Imperial Hospital anxiously winking at him, signaling him to look in the direction of Ming Yunqi on the dragon bed.

"What was the Imperial Master thinking about just now? He was so absorbed in it that he even turned a deaf ear to my call?"

Ming Yunqi sat upright on the dragon couch, holding the sleepy Ming Jiang in his arms, and patting Ming Jiang's back gently and rhythmically with his broad and warm hand.

It was like soothing a frightened little animal.

Under this gentle caress, Ming Jiang's eyelids became heavier and heavier, and her little head rubbed towards Ming Yunqi's arms little by little like a chick pecking at rice, and she was about to fall into a sweet dream.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me." Fu Ling quickly gathered his thoughts, bowed slightly, and said respectfully,

"I have been tracking the whereabouts of the remnants of the previous dynasty for the past two days. Just before coming to see Your Majesty, I discovered some clues about them. I immediately sent people to capture them. Just now, my mind was full of thinking about whether I could successfully capture them all in one fell swoop. I was distracted for a moment. I hope Your Majesty will punish me."

As Fu Ling spoke, he observed Ming Yunqi's expression calmly. Seeing that His Majesty doted on the little prince so much, he secretly decided to conceal the matter of the witch tribe's oracle for the time being. In his opinion, compared to the illusory oracle whose truth or falsehood was unknown, he was more willing to believe the facts he saw with his own eyes.

After all, the initial hexagram had clearly shown that the young prince was a lucky star bestowed upon Dayu by heaven, so he naturally belonged only to Dayu. As for the legendary mighty Wu clan, the Wu clan had now been exterminated, and even if they could really continue for a hundred years, they were just struggling to survive.

Fu Ling, who had figured it all out, decided not to tell His Majesty about this for the time being, so as not to cause His Majesty unnecessary troubles and worries, which would in turn affect the deep father-son relationship between His Majesty and the little prince.

After the director of the Imperial Hospital left, Ming Yunqi was still worried, and asked Fu Ling to use his spiritual power to conduct a more in-depth examination of Ming Jiang to ensure that Ming Jiang had not been secretly cursed by the witch clan by someone with ulterior motives.

Fu Ling did not dare to slack off at all. He immediately concentrated his mind, mobilized the spiritual power around his body, and carefully explored around Ming Jiang's body.

At the moment when Fu Ling exerted his spiritual power, Ming Jiang, who was originally drowsy and confused, suddenly became sharp and bright. He stared at Fu Ling closely, and the sleepiness in his eyes instantly disappeared without a trace.

Ming Jiang was surprised to find that he could clearly see the thin, almost transparent layer of white spiritual power surrounding Fu Ling's body.

Ming Jiang felt that this man looked familiar, as if she had seen him somewhere before.

Just when Ming Jiang was lost in thought, he caught a glimpse of a familiar little tail from the corner of his eye. It was sneaking into Ming Yunqi's collar while no one was paying attention.

Ming Jiang was a little nervous when he saw it

Ming Jiang raised his head and secretly glanced at his father. He saw that he was concentrating on watching Fu Ling exert his spiritual power and didn't notice anything unusual about him.

So Ming Jiang quietly stretched out her little hand, grabbed the small part of the tail that was exposed outside, and then used all her strength to pull it out.

The little tail that was used as a sleight of hand did not exist at all in the eyes of others, so naturally no one would notice Ming Jiang's little action at this moment.

Ming Yunqi only felt that the little cub, who was already very sleepy and about to fall into a deep sleep, suddenly became alert.

He began to compete with his own lapel.

Ming Jiang was seen holding his collar tightly with one hand and reaching into his collar with the other hand, as if groping for something. His face was flushed and his cheeks were puffed up.

Ming Jiang pulled for a long time, panting with exhaustion, but he only pulled out a few soft hairs. The little tail seemed to be angry with him, curled up tightly in Ming Yunqi's arms, and refused to come out no matter what.

"What's wrong, little guy? Why are you so angry?" Ming Yunqi noticed Ming Jiang's strangeness, gently pinched his little nose, and asked with a smile. Ming Jiang raised his head and met the gentle look in Ming Yunqi's eyes.

At this time, Ming Jiang realized belatedly that the mysterious man known as the Imperial Master had quietly left the palace at some point.

The palace was silent at this moment. It was so quiet that only the light breathing of Ming Jiang and Ming Yunqi could be heard, as if only the two of them, father and son, were left in the whole world.

"Father," Ming Jiang hesitated for a moment, but finally mustered up the courage to ask, "Do you only like Ming Jiang?"

After asking this question, Ming Jiang's eyes flashed with nervousness and uneasiness. He bit his lips slightly.

"If Father has another baby in the future, will he still love Ming Jiang as much as he does now?"

When Ming Jiang thought that there might be other babies to share his father with him, his mood instantly dropped.

He couldn't help but think of that scene in his mind.

The father was holding other babies in his arms, smiling gently at them, while he was left out. Thinking of this, Ming Jiang's eyes could not help but turn red.

"Silly child, your father will only have you as his treasure, and there will be no other babies."

Ming Yunqi looked at the lost little cub in front of him. He felt as if his chest was gently stung by something, and a slight itchy feeling appeared.

"Really? Does father really only like Ming Jiang?" Ming Jiang's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Of course it's true. Father swears that he will only love Ming Jiang as his baby."

"That's great! Then Ming Jiang only likes father!" Ming Jiang hugged Ming Yunqi's arm, fearing that if she let go, her father would disappear.