"Father, what's wrong with you?" Feng Wuchen straightened his chest and lifted his head, shedding the cautious and modest demeanor he had previously before Feng Qingyang. After all, he had already become the emperor of Da Qin.
Now, he no longer needed to pretend.
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Seeing the changes in Feng Wuchen in such a short time, Feng Qingyang felt increasingly heavy-hearted, "Wuchen, you wouldn't be thinking of driving your father out of the Imperial Palace just after ascending the throne, would you?" Feng Qingyang asked sarcastically.
However, to his surprise, Feng Wuchen nodded and said, "Father's health is not good, it's necessary to leave the palace to find a suitable place for recovery. Does Father have any place in mind? Your son will immediately order preparations to be made."
Hearing this, Feng Qingyang stared at Feng Wuchen's face for a good ten seconds.
After a pause, he laughed heartily, "Good! Good! Very good!"
