Crowned by the Treacherous Big Shot

The Miao King tossed the person into the air, and just as the figure shrank into a tiny black dot, he realized he might have used too much force.

"Seems like I can't catch this one…"

Following the principle of "better you than me," he decisively stepped to the side.

Everything happened so fast that Emperor Liang didn't even have time to react before he was flung into the sky.

Eyes barely opened, and he was already hurtling back toward the ground.

With a resounding crash, Emperor Liang landed face-first in an ungraceful heap.

The ground shook three times, crack—grass split apart.

Emperor Liang clenched his fists and trembled in rage...

The Miao King could sense the overwhelming murderous aura descending upon him.

Feeling guilty, he blinked awkwardly and shuffled another step to the side.

"You were the one who insisted I teach you, so don't blame me now."

Through gritted teeth, Emperor Liang spat out a few words: "I… asked you… to teach this?"

The Miao King felt utterly wronged: "But she loves this the most!"

Emperor Liang, his face buried in dirt, snarled between clenched teeth, "It was clearly—"

He was too furious to even finish the sentence.

The Miao King thought hard for a moment before suddenly realizing: "Oh, you thought she liked weaving grasshoppers best? Ha! You actually believed a child? Kids don't lie—they just speak whatever comes to mind."

Emperor Liang: "..."

Though Emperor Liang excelled in the art of imperial cunning, holding unmatched wisdom and prowess in navigating the empire's intricate power plays, he was absolutely clueless when it came to dealing with children.

It wasn't entirely his fault, though. There was certainly no ancestral tradition of baby-wrangling in the Prince Qin Mansion.

His father had been the strict, authoritarian sort, so naturally, he was the same.

If someone attempted an assassination on him, he'd act decisively and kill them without thinking twice. But this absurd behavior from his soon-to-be in-law left even his imperial wit utterly baffled.

Had he lived this long, only to get scammed like this for the first time?

The Miao King, knowing he had some fault in this, rolled his eyes crafty-like and whispered, "How about… I make it up to you once?"

Emperor Liang: "... Get lost!!!"

Lu Zhaoyan had just returned to the small garden after sending off Prince Jin when he heard his father's earth-shaking bellow in the distance. Alarmed, he hurried over immediately.

When he arrived, the scene was grim—Emperor Liang had just clawed his way out of the ground, his face smeared with dirt, head covered in grass, looking utterly wretched beyond words.

On the side stood the Miao King, gazing nonchalantly at the sky.

Every inch of his body seemed to scream: "Wasn't me, not my fault."

Lu Zhaoyan squeezed his eyes shut, strode forward with large steps, and supported Emperor Liang: "Father! What happened to you? Was it… an assassin?"

It didn't make sense.

What kind of assassin could wound his father to such a sorry state?

Emperor Liang shot a frigid glare at the Miao King: "I'm sentencing him to death!"

The Miao King shuddered and sneaked an astonished glance at Emperor Liang, but then brazenly declared, "You weren't clear about what you wanted, and I taught you out of goodwill. Now you're blaming me because you fell?"

"Teach… falling…"

His future father-in-law teaching his own father?

Could it be… he was teaching him how to entertain kids?

Although Lu Zhaoyan didn't know the full story, he had already pieced together most of it.

The Miao King sniffed disdainfully: "Ha, your martial arts may suck, but your temper sure doesn't."

Emperor Liang had already disliked him to begin with, and after such a tumble and such an exchange, he was teetering on the edge of his patience.

He roared, "Someone, bring me my sword! Today… I will personally carry out justice on him right here!"

Lu Zhaoyan's temple throbbed, and he risked everything to wrap his arms around Emperor Liang: "Father! Calm down! Father, you must stay calm!"

Emperor Liang chilled his tone: "Where is my sword?"

The Imperial Guard approached with the sword in hand but was discreetly intercepted by Eunuch Yu, who had just arrived at the scene.

Eunuch Yu gave the Imperial Guard a meaningful glance.

Taking the hint, the Imperial Guard stopped moving forward.

"Father! Father, listen to your son!" Lu Zhaoyan quickly pleaded, "You are a wise ruler, a benevolent emperor who loves your people like your children. The day I was named Crown Prince, you taught me to hold the welfare of all citizens as my mission. He is also a citizen of Liang Country, one of your people. If your people err, as their king that loves them, shouldn't you show mercy just this once…"

The mention of "citizen" finally managed to touch Emperor Liang.

His expression froze, and he coldly glanced at the Miao King.

Treating this old fool like a son—well, perhaps it's not entirely unforgivable.

Lu Zhaoyan spoke in a low voice, ensuring the Miao King couldn't make out how he reasoned with Emperor Liang.

The Miao King had already prepared himself for an all-out fight with Emperor Liang, but oddly enough, Emperor Liang reined in half of his wrath.

Yes—just half.

Any more restraint was impossible.

Emperor Liang still very much wanted to chop someone.

After all, he often wished to discipline his unruly sons too.

This was their first meeting, yet both sides had mentally decided to treat each other like their father, patching things up awkwardly.

"I'm skipping lunch."

The old fool had already filled him up with rage.

"Your son will escort you!"

Lu Zhaoyan bowed quickly, fearful that any delay might give his father the chance to change his mind and stay.

Emperor Liang cast his unruly son a harsh glare, flicked his sleeve, and stormed off!

The Miao King reclined against a rock, chewing lazily on a blade of grass, arms behind his head, carefree as can be, and crossed his legs: "Comfy!"