Zhao Yao cried harder and harder: "Father is bullying me..."
The Emperor was a bit panicked, wiping Zhao Yao's tears while awkwardly coaxing him, "I'm just playing with you."
Sun Kui saw the Emperor wiping Zhao Yao's tears, and Zhao's little face turning redder. Feeling it was unbearable, he quickly went to get a handkerchief.
"Your Majesty, use a handkerchief."
The Emperor took the yellow handkerchief handed by Sun Kui, made of top-grade silk, which didn't hurt the face when used.
"You're a man, you shouldn't cry."
Zhao Yao sobbed, "I'm not a man, I'm a child, and children can cry."
He glared at the Emperor accusingly, "It's your fault, Father, for hurting me. Why can't I cry?"
"It's clearly all your fault, and you're blaming me." Zhao Yao looked aggrieved, "Father, you're too mean."
"Alright, alright, Father shouldn't have hurt you." The Emperor gently coaxed, "No more crying, okay?"
"No." Zhao Yao said loudly, "I want to go back to Mother Consort."
