But clearly, they couldn't say anything about it; after all, who could blame them? He was the emperor's most beloved youngest son, who was very likely to ascend to that position someday.
He would eventually return to the planes, and still has to live under their rule, right? Isn't it only natural to hold such a person in reverence, almost like an ancestor?
"Quick, tell me what you brought. Are there any fruits?"
Upon hearing this, Gong Cheng truly rolled his eyes.
Couldn't even bring enough vegetables and grains, yet thinking of fruits, that's quite the imagination.
However, this time he really did bring some fruits. Isn't it because four little babies arrived at their camp? Without some fruits to stabilize the camp, things wouldn't go well.
"Did bring some."
"Really?"
The guard's eyes brightened.
Finally, there was something to explain. That little ancestor kept clamoring for fruits, leaving him completely clueless.
