My Father's Health Is Fine, He Can Still Have Three More Children!

Faced with Father's heavy trust and unquestionable command, Zhu Zhanjun fell silent for a moment.

The atmosphere in the large tent was so oppressive it was hard to breathe.

Zhu Di thought his grandson had finally been persuaded, finally ready to accept this heavy fate.

However, what Zhu Zhanjun said next almost made him spit out a mouthful of old blood.

"Grandfather, did you misunderstand something?"

Zhu Zhanjun looked up, a look of utter confusion on his face. "Who told you my Father isn't well?"

"Hmm?"

Zhu Di was taken aback.

"Let me tell you, my Father is doing great right now! He eats well and can climb five flights of stairs without getting winded!"

Zhu Zhanjun counted on his fingers and said with a serious face, "A few days before I left the Capital City, he was discussing with Mother about wanting to have a third child!"

"Pfft—"

The Commander of the Imperial Guard, standing by as a background prop, couldn't help himself and almost burst out laughing. He quickly suppressed it, his face turning a shade of liver-red.

The Regent Crown Prince wants to have a third child?

If this news got out, the imperial censors of the entire Capital City would probably wear down the threshold of the Eastern Palace.

Zhu Di's face instantly darkened.

"Nonsense! Do I not know your Father's health?"

"He's tormented by illness year-round and gets breathless after a few steps."

"When I went on this campaign, he was so terrified that he vomited blood and fell ill."

"These are all secret reports from Fang Bin and the others, how could they be false?"

"Fang Bin?"

Zhu Zhanjun curled his lip, a look of disdain on his face. "Grandfather, you still believe his lies?"

"That old fellow has a grudge against me; he wishes misfortune upon our family."

"Can the intelligence he sent be true?"

"Let me tell you the truth."

Zhu Zhanjun cleared his throat. "My Father's health was indeed a bit weak some time ago, but before I left the Capital City, I had already helped him recover."

"Recover? How did you help him recover?"

Zhu Di was skeptical.

"Heh heh."

Zhu Zhanjun mysteriously took out a small jade bottle from his embrace and poured out a golden elixir that emitted a strange fragrance.

As soon as the elixir appeared, the entire tent was filled with a refreshing and pleasant aroma.

"Use this."

Zhu Di looked at the dragon's-eye-sized elixir, felt the surging vitality emanating from it, and his eyes instantly widened.

Although he didn't know what it was, as an emperor, he could clearly feel that this thing was an absolute treasure beyond the mortal realm!

"What... what is this?"

Zhu Di's voice trembled slightly.

"Dragon Origin."

Zhu Zhanjun, without batting an eye, began to spin a tale. "I used to like wandering around aimlessly in my younger years, remember?"

"Once, I stumbled into an immortal's cave and gained some fortune."

"This Dragon Origin is one of them."

"It's said to be able to revive the dead, mend broken bones, cure all illnesses, and prolong life."

"Before I left the Capital City, I gave one pill to my Father."

"Now, his health is even better than mine."

Zhu Di stared intently at the elixir called "Dragon Origin," his breathing growing rapid.

He remembered the Pill for Cultivating Origin and Solidifying Foundation that Zhu Zhanjun had previously produced, which could "bring the Crown Prince back from the dead."

He remembered the divine steed that could travel a thousand miles a day.

He remembered the terrifying repeating crossbow.

He finally understood how unfathomable his grandson truly was.

Behind him, there might really be an... immortal!

"You... you have such a good thing?"

Zhu Di swallowed hard.

"Yes, I do."

Zhu Zhanjun shook the jade bottle in his hand. "There are two left."

"Originally, I was thinking of giving one to my elder brother and keeping one for myself when I get old."

"Since you're not feeling well, Grandfather, I'll offer this one to you."

With that, he presented the Dragon Origin to Zhu Di.

Zhu Di looked at the elixir, so close and shimmering, then at his grandson's sincere face, and his heart was filled with a mix of emotions.

He had just been scheming against this grandson, intending to use the throne to bind him.

But this grandson, in turn, had produced a miraculous medicine that could save his life.

"You... aren't you afraid I'll... snatch it from you?"

Zhu Di asked in a hoarse voice.

"What's there to be afraid of?"

Zhu Zhanjun shrugged indifferently. "You're my grandfather."

"Besides, I still have some of this stuff."

"If you like it, I can ask that immortal for a few more when I get back to the capital."

Zhu Di fell silent.

He took the Dragon Origin, clenching it tightly in his palm, feeling its warm and powerful energy.

He knew that all his previous schemes now seemed so ridiculous.

"Good... good grandson!"

Zhu Di patted Zhu Zhanjun heavily on the shoulder. "It was Grandpa... who judged a gentleman with the heart of a villain."

"Then this throne..."

"You should stop thinking about it, Old Man."

Zhu Zhanjun quickly interrupted him. "My Father is in good health, let him do it."

"When he can't do it anymore, there's my elder brother."

"As for me, I'll be responsible for expanding the territory for our Zhu family and earning some hard cash. It's pretty good."

"However..."

Zhu Zhanjun's tone shifted, and he rubbed his hands together, revealing a foxy smile. "Grandfather, I've sent troops and offered medicine. Shouldn't you give me some... tangible rewards?"

Zhu Di looked at his mercenary expression, and the newfound emotion instantly vanished.

He was so angry he laughed.

"You scoundrel! I knew you wouldn't be so kind-hearted!"