That's So Huangpizi

"You've done very well, my friend. I've seen the changes in Angron."

Tsk.

The Emperor noticed something strange about Han Mingxuan's expression; he had expected Han Mingxuan to be quite happy.

But now Han Mingxuan looked impatient, disdainful, and a little angry.

"Old Han, what's wrong with you?"

"Old Ma, don't say anything."

Then Han Mingxuan looked at the Emperor, his voice tinged with resentment.

"I really need to have a serious talk with you. Didn't I mention to you before that I wanted you to tell them the truth about the Warp, even if it wasn't all of it, just a part of it would be fine?"

The Emperor remained silent.

"There's one more thing. What's the situation with Mortarion? Why is he completely unaware of the truth about the Warp?"

The Emperor remained silent.

"There's one more thing. How much do the other Primarch who have been to Nostramo know about the truth of the Warp, especially Magnus?"

The Emperor was a little embarrassed.

"Fine, why don't you just sew your mouth shut? That way you won't have to open your mouth, and you can directly transmit your words into other people's minds using Psychic Power."

"My friend, as we've discussed before, I was created as a tool; I have no stance, nor will I."

"If you don't know how, then that's it! Go learn!"

Han Mingxuan was absolutely furious with this Huangpizi.

"Let me tell you, don't be fooled by how I'm running around outside doing things for the Primarch; you're still their father."

"Don't think Primarch just because I'll clean up your messes, you can stay in your damn place and tinker with your ancient technology!"

"I am ultimately just their Uncle; you are their father."

"If you don't take responsibility in your parent-child relationships, no matter how eloquently I speak, you can forget about sitting down to eat with all your sons."

"They're being kind by not smashing your broken table to pieces."

The Adeptus Custodes in the Throne Room had grown accustomed to Han Mingxuan's presence and his blatant disrespect for the Emperor.

Whenever Han Mingxuan reprimanded the Emperor, they would subconsciously shut down their five senses.

As for the great Sigillite Malcador the Sigillite?

Hey, I won't talk about it.

Seeing Han Mingxuan's disappointed expression, the Emperor fell silent, then asked a question.

What should I do?

"You should have someone look into the time I spent educating Curze, right?"

"If you dare shake your head, I dare kick you."

The Emperor nodded.

In fact, he already knew everything Han Mingxuan had done in this world the moment he found Han Mingxuan.

"The textbooks are right there in front of you, aren't they? Go ahead and learn from them."

"But..."

"No buts, Angron just got back, you haven't even seen him yet. Speak properly to me, don't try any of that 'tools of war' nonsense."

"Secondly, you still have a son who hasn't been found. Go find him yourself; consider this your homework."

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The bolder members of the Adeptus Custodes overheard this blasphemous conversation.

"Friend, the task of bringing back Corax was originally intended for you, since you said you would be in charge of the Primarch's education."

This wasn't something the Emperor made up; Han Mingxuan had actually said it.

"Then let me ask you, is there a salary? Are there social insurance and housing fund benefits?"

"I was trying to help you out of kindness, working myself to the bone for what? Wasn't it all for the Imperium of Man? And you, you just dump all the burden on me, don't you have any shame?"

"You and I both know what Angron's fate will be. I've come to Nuceria this time to try and change his destiny."

"I know you can't do it, only I can, that's why I'm doing it."

"But there's nothing wrong with Corax himself. If you don't go, that's slacking off, and if you dare to slack off, then you've already lost the first step in being a father."

The Emperor felt embarrassed after being scolded so harshly by Han Mingxuan.

"Alright, I'll handle Corax's matter myself."

When do you plan to leave?

"Let's wait another two years. Fate has yet to offer any guidance."

"What nonsense about destiny's guidance? I've already shown up, what's the point of destiny? Go now."

"But the Imperium cannot do without me, my friend."

"Don't think I don't know that the person standing here is your Psychic Power clone. Your real body is on the front lines. Besides, once you're there, can't the Imperium administration be handed over to Old Ma?"

"Hey, Old Han, isn't what you're saying a bit off?"

"Old Ma, do you want the Milky Way to become flammable?"

"The galaxy is not flammable, and this has no necessary connection to me shouldering the entire Imperium's political affairs."

"You'll feel better when a whole bunch of Primarch, Horus Heresy because of educational failures, are shouting for stars to fall and Galaxy Burning."

Such a rebellious and blasphemous dialogue.

Although the Adeptus Custodes had heard this more than once, every time Han Mingxuan said that a Primarch would betray them, they felt that this world was unreal.

"Wait a little longer, wait a little longer."

"Okay, you can wait if you want, I need to take a vacation now."

"But there's one more thing I need you to do, and it's extremely urgent."

"I've only been back for less than three days. If you dare ask me to do anything, I'll kick you right now."

"It's about Perturabo."

Bang!

Without saying a word, Han Mingxuan jumped up and kicked.

The young Adeptus Custodes nearly attacked upon witnessing this, but his other hand was firmly held back by his older colleague.

Brothers in the Adeptus Custodes Battle-Brother, don't make a move! If you dare touch the Father of Night, I guarantee we'll all be considered traitors.

"Huangpizi! Don't go too far! I risked my life in Nuceria, and after less than 10 hours of rest, you want me to go and discipline your other son?"

"You think I'm like you? Didn't you hear me? I'm just a Mortals. I need to eat and sleep!"

"Okay, one week."

"Get lost, let me rest first before we talk."

I get no salary, no social security, and yet they still boss me around.

There isn't even a formally appointed position.

However, it's fine if the Primarch Tutor job isn't officially sponsored. Right now, I'm almost working myself to death without one. If it were sponsored, wouldn't I just die from overwork?

"There's one more thing."

"What?"

"If you want me to educate Perturabo, then the Iron Warriors will have to temporarily come under my command."

"Furthermore, I explicitly stipulated that during the time I was educating him, you could not issue him any direct or forceful orders."

"Now?"

"I taught an 8 AM class, and I still need to prepare my lessons beforehand. Like I said, I'll talk to you after I've had a good rest."

Han Mingxuan gave the Emperor a good scolding and left the Throne Room.

The Emperor was looking at Malcador, but Malcador was not looking at the Emperor.

"My old friend."

"My lord, I have some urgent matters to attend to. I shall take my leave."