In broad daylight, Prince Jin called a child his father.
The crowd, blocked here alongside him, could barely stifle their laughter, nearly bursting out on the spot.
Prince Jin's face flushed with embarrassment.
Under the clear skies and in full view of everyone, what an outrageous joke this was.
Could someone please explain to him what was going on here? Why was there a child on his father's Emperor's Chariot?
His father didn't even like children.
Naturally, children were mostly terrified of his father—crying upon seeing him, with not a single one daring to approach.
Prince Jin was utterly baffled. His first thought after the initial shock was to figure out which family's child was so unruly as to climb onto the Emperor's Chariot and make a scene.
But when his gaze swept over the eunuchs carrying the Emperor's Chariot, he had to admit that no child could have so easily bypassed them to climb aboard.
Lu Qi, standing beside Prince Jin, said, "It's Zhaozhao."
