Chapter 228
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"It's been three months. That damned fatty has been missing for three whole months. Could it be that I was too cruel to him, so he ran away from home? Or did he accidentally get into trouble and went into hiding because he was too afraid? " Pang Zihuang sighed softly and rubbed the space between his eyebrows. He said with a slight headache, "But didn't I do this for his own good? Why doesn't he understand my painstaking efforts? "
As he spoke, Pang Zihuang raised his head slightly. At that moment, he noticed a sneaky figure approaching him. He immediately flew into a rage.
"Who are you? How dare you come to the imperial study! Are you trying to assassinate me? Where are the guards? Are they all dead? How dare you let someone in! "
In a fit of rage, Pang Zihuang jumped up from behind the desk and lifted the sneaky youth. Without saying a word, he slapped him across the face.
"You have some guts, a Qi level 2 cultivator dares to assassinate us! Do you not put me in your eyes at all? Just as well, I've been feeling depressed lately and have nowhere to vent. I'll use you as a practice target! "
Because Pang Zihuang didn't like having people around when he was reading memorials, he was the only one in the imperial study. Therefore, he didn't care about what he said, completely disregarding his status as the Emperor.
Because Pang Ran had knocked out the Imperial Advisor three months ago and then disappeared, the Imperial Advisor had been coming to him every day to ask for Pang Ran. However, the Imperial Advisor was so powerful that Pang Zihuang didn't dare to offend him. He had been suppressing his anger, but now someone had come to him without a care for his life. How could he let go of this punching bag?
But just as Pang Zihuang was enjoying himself, the youth in his hand wailed like a ghost and howled like a wolf.
"Aiyo, my dear father, don't hit me, I'm your son."
"Motherf * cker, you're just a little assassin, how dare you pretend to be my son? Why didn't I know I had a son like you!"
Pang Zihuang was even more furious. This assassin had the guts to shamelessly call someone else his father after being caught. Pretending to be a relative of the Emperor was a crime punishable by death.
But as soon as he finished speaking, the youth cried even more miserably.
"Father, I really am your son, I'm Pang Ran."
"Pang Ran?"
Pang Zihuang was stunned for a moment before he carefully sized up the young man in his hand.
Although the young man wasn't thin, his figure was well-proportioned. His facial features weren't anything out of the ordinary, the kind that couldn't be found in a crowd. However, his skin was very white, and his eyes were staring at Pang Zihuang with a face full of grievance.
It had to be said that the young man in front of him had the shadow of Gargantuan, and his voice was exactly the same …
"You're Pang Ran?" Pang Zihuang looked at him suspiciously.
It wasn't that he didn't want to acknowledge him as his son, but … this was too f * cking scary!
In three months' time, that 500-pound fatty had changed so much that no one dared to casually recognize him …
"Father, have you forgotten? When I was five, I peeked at palace maids bathing. When I was seven, I still needed a wet nurse to feed me. When I was twelve, I still wet my bed. I really am your son, Pang Ran."
Pang Zihuang, who had been in disbelief at first, immediately believed that the person in front of him was his son.
There was no other reason. Aside from himself, the Empress, and Pang Ran himself, no one else knew about this!
Even the bedwetting blanket was personally burned by the Empress to save Pang Ran's face. Even his personal palace maids didn't know about it …
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