Father, Brother, a Pot of Porridge

"Father, you know that I am not your child, why are you so nice to me?" The young Nangong Yuxiu once asked that man who was more than ten thousand people. Emperor Nanxuan chuckled, "From the moment I saw you, you are my child." "Father, I seem to have fallen in love with you?" Emperor Nanxuan smiled and said nothing.