Zhao Huan's tone was urgent, even tinged with a sob. Just from the sound of his voice, one could picture his distraught appearance.
He staggered over and seized Zhao Ci's hand. "Ci! Are you alright? Let Father see!"
Zhao Ci: "..."
'As if I'd fall for that tear-streaked act!'
He squeezed Zhao Huan's hand in return. "Father Emperor! Your son is fine. I'm sorry to have worried you!"
"It's all my fault! All my fault!"
Zhao Huan looked as if he could die from shame. Overcome with emotion, he broke into a violent coughing fit. Afterward, his face was flushed with a sickly red, which then faded, leaving him unnervingly pale.
With tears in his eyes, Zhao Ci consoled him, "Father Emperor! Your son is truly fine. Please don't let this worry ruin your health!"
Watching this touching scene of a loving father and a filial son, Gu Xiangzhu's eye twitched uncontrollably.
'Bravo!'
'Bravo!'
'Bravo!'
'So you two, father and son, are both such fantastic actors, are you?'
