Everyone in the Yun Clan looked as though they had been struck by lightning, their expressions frozen stiff.
As his sobbing reached an emotional crescendo, Ji Shuyue actually moved to bow down before Yun Huang, only for Yun Qing to react swiftly and catch both his arms!
Is he your ancestor? What are you bowing for?!
The veins on Yun Qing's forehead twitched violently despite himself.
He drew a deep breath, then another, and plastered on a "perfect" smile that never reached his eyes. His voice was gentle, carrying a "warmth" that sent chills down one's spine:
"Crown Prince Ji, please get up. What are you doing?"
He paused, then added even more "gently," "I must remind you, Crown Prince. His Majesty's surname is Yun now, not Ji."
"He is our Yun Clan's ancestor, not your Ji. Clan's."
Every word was enunciated with absolute clarity.
Held up by Yun Qing and unable to bow, Ji Shuyue raised his tear-soaked face, its handsome features still unmistakable, and choked out:
"It doesn't matter! It's all the same!"
He clasped Yun Qing's arm in turn and said fervently, "Our ancestor can have any surname! Why draw a line between the Yun Clan and the Ji Clan? We're all family, family!"
The corner of Yun Qing's eye twitched hard.
Family?!
He abruptly raised his hand, scooped Little Radiant Chick off his shoulder as the chick craned his neck to watch the commotion, and swiftly hid him behind his back.
He shielded him so tightly that he refused to let Ji Shuyue see so much as a tuft of down.
Pah! The Ji Clan's people really were more shameless than the last!
Clutched in his palm, Little Radiant Chick kicked his feet in displeasure.
Without changing his expression, Yun Qing discreetly squeezed his little feet,