In his previous life, he was the unparalleled iron-blooded emperor who personally deposed his beloved prince into confinement.
Once a fire broke out in the palace, the child held the dagger he gave him and walked into the sea of fire without looking back.
He kills people like crazy, but his Yi'er will never come back.
Ten years of regret, digging out the hard work, using life as a wedge
When I opened my eyes, I was transported back to the time when my son was two years old.
Xiaotuanzi was lying on his chest, calling him in a sweet voice: "Daddy."
From then on, the emperor who was decisive in killing became a father who only thought about his son.
I hold her in my arms when I go to court, I carry her in my pocket, I come to take a bath myself, I hold her in my arms when I sleep and never let go.
Whoever dares to mention choosing a concubine will be looked over with cold eyes; whoever dares to touch a hair of his son will make people regret coming to this world.
All civil and military officials in the court were dumbfounded: Is this still the same His Majesty?
The little prince nestled in his arms, raised his face and smiled sweetly: "Daddy is the best, Yi'er likes daddy the most."
He held the little thing in his arms tightly, his eyes filled with tenderness that he had never seen before
What I owe you in my previous life, daddy will pay back slowly in this life.
It will take a lifetime to pay it back.
Super pretty [lick screen]