Demon Emperor Crazy Concubine: Waste wood will defy the sky

Chapter 228 The Useless Prince ([-])

"It's been three months, and that fat man has been missing from me for three whole months. Could it be that I was too cruel to him, so he ran away from home? Or did he hide because he accidentally got into trouble and was too scared? Pang Zihuang sighed softly, rubbed the center of his brows, and said with some headache, "But isn't it for his own good that I did this? Why doesn't he understand my painstaking efforts?"

Just as he was speaking, Pang Zihuang raised his head slightly. At this moment, he found a sneaky figure approaching him, and immediately flew into a rage.

"Who are you? How dare you be good at the imperial study room, do you want to assassinate me! Where are the guards? They are all dead? You even let someone break in!"

In anger, Pang Zihuang jumped forward from behind the desk, mentioned the sneaky young man, and slapped him without saying a word.

"You are so brave. A person with two levels of energy gathering dares to assassinate me! Do you not take me seriously? Just right, I am depressed recently and have nowhere to vent, so I will use you to practice my hand!"

Because usually Pang Zihuang didn't like people around when he was reviewing memorials, so he was the only one in the entire imperial study, so he said whatever he wanted to say, completely disregarding his status as emperor.

Since Pang Ran knocked the national teacher unconscious three months ago and disappeared again, the national teacher came to him every day to ask for someone, but the national teacher was very capable, he didn't dare to offend, he was holding his breath, now it's good, some people don't want to die How could he let go of this punching bag?

But when Pang Zihuang was beating hard, the young man caught by him let out howling ghosts and wolves.

"Oh, my dear father, don't hit me, I'm your son."

"Grass mud horse, you little assassin, dare to pretend to be my son, why didn't I know there was such a son as you!"

Pang Zihuang became even more angry. This assassin is so courageous, if he is caught, he will shamelessly recognize him as his father, and pretending to be a relative of the emperor is a death penalty.

But after saying this, the young man cried even more miserably.

"Father, I am really your son, I am Pang Ran."

"Pang Ran?"

Pang Zihuang was stunned for a moment, and then carefully looked at the young man who was caught in his hand.

Although this young man can't be called thin, his figure is still well-proportioned, and his facial features are not surprising. They are the kind that can't be found in the crowd, but his skin is very fair, and his eyes are full of sorrow. Looking at Pang Zihuang eagerly.

It has to be said that the young man in front of him does have a somewhat mammoth figure, and the voice is exactly the same...

"You are Pang Ran?" Pang Zihuang looked at him suspiciously.

It's not that he doesn't recognize his son, but... this is so fucking scary!
In three months, that five-hundred-jin dead fat man changed his appearance so much that no one dared to recognize him casually...

"Father, have you forgotten that when I was five years old, I peeked at the maids taking a bath, when I was seven years old, I needed a nanny to feed me, and when I was 12 years old, I was still wetting the bed. I am really your son, Pang Ran."

When Pang Zihuang, who didn't believe it at first, heard this, he immediately believed that the person in front of him was his son.

There is no other reason, except for him, the queen and Pang Ran himself, no one knows about these things!

Even the bed-wetting quilt was burned by the queen herself to save Pang Ran's face, even his personal maid did not know...

(End of this chapter)