2568 Little Dumpling
Mo Lian sized up the emperor with displeasure. He scoffed deep inside his heart.
Mo Lian couldn’t describe what his feelings were toward this birth father of his who left him alone on Sikong Planet to fend for himself from a young age.
Hate? Not to that extent.
Dislike? There seemed to be a bit.
In any case, he didn’t really like him.
Besides, they had not lived together for more than ten years, so they felt extremely estranged from each other.
Mo Lian had simply forgotten his memories before three years old.
From what the elders said, his dad loved him so, so much. He had conferred the title of crown prince to him at his birth and announced it to the entire world. He had even held him in his arms as he read through memorials in the imperial study. To him though, it sounded like an exotic tale.
No feelings meant no feelings.
In any case, he had been on Sikong Planet ever since he could remember. He could only feel the old king Mo Lei’s fatherly love, Queen Zhao’s motherly love, and Queen Dowager Meng’s benevolence to him.
As for this person in front of him…
Mo Lian curled his lips. His eyes swept coldly over the Divine Province Emperor’s body.
When Mo Liusheng saw his son’s unfamiliar and distant gaze, his heart couldn’t help but hurt.
He recalled his promise to Wuxia to properly take care of their son, but in the end, he seemed to truly not have taken good care of him.
Guilt surfaced in Mo Liusheng’s heart, and his taut expression also eased up. He said to his son, “Little Dumpling, are you still blaming Father?”
Mo Lian was instantly petrified when he heard ‘Little Dumpling.’
This weird name couldn’t be referring to this crown prince, right?
How could this crown prince have such a comical nickname? Impossible, impossible, impossible!
Qiao Mu: …
What the hell? Who was Little Dumpling? Little Dumpling seemed to be Hubby’s pet name.
His Highness the Crown Prince was doing his utmost to maintain his aloof image in front of his wife. He gazed at the Divine Province Emperor with an icy expression, “I am not Little Dumpling.”
Crown Prince Mo was actually kind of breaking down on the inside. However, he did not show it on his face.
Mo Liusheng ignored him and talked to himself, “Your mother gave you the name Little Dumpling.”
Mo Lian: …
Qiao Mu: “Hahaha!”
Mo Lian whipped his head around and glared at his wife accusingly: Wifey, you’re laughing at Hubby!
Qiaoqiao really wanted to laugh, but she quickly swallowed her amusement upon seeing Mo Lian’s aggrieved expression.
Fine, fine. She won’t laugh, okay?
“When you were just born, you were such a frail little bundle. Your mom feared that you wouldn’t grow up, so she gave you a pet name. Actually, you were not round at all at that time. You were like a little monkey and were so ugly.
The crown prince: …
Qiao Mu’s mouth twitched.
However, the truth proved that Wuxia was truly worrying for nothing.
Their son was the only child in these past several thousand years of the Mo Clan who inherited the ancient ink lotus bloodline.
Because that tiny body could not withstand the baptism of the ancient bloodline at the beginning as a newborn, Mo Liusheng assembled all the divine-realm cultivators in the empire to help him apply multiple bloodline seals on the child’s body.
Mo Lian had a cold expression as he stared silently at Mo Liusheng. “What exactly do you want to say?”
Mo Liusheng gazed deeply at him. “Father had no choice but to send you to Sikong Planet back then.”
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