His gaze fell on Lu Yuan's slightly reddened forehead.
He wanted to rub it.
Then, Lu Yuan's forehead grew even redder.
Emperor Liang looked at the forehead he had rubbed redder, feeling somewhat embarrassed.
He couldn't keep rubbing. If he continued, his obedient grandson would turn into a longevity deity.
Instead, he transitioned to ruffling the obedient grandson's head.
Whoosh.
A large handful of Lu Yuan's hair came loose.
Lu Yuan: "Grandfather, I don't want to go bald yet…"
Emperor Liang reluctantly withdrew his hand, but couldn't resist the urge to ruffle it again.
Lu Yuan sternly glared at him.
Clinging to a big tree while hanging horizontally mid-air and resisting the drag of two Imperial Guards, Prince Ming hollered, "Father! He glared at you! Dig his eyeballs out immediately—"
Emperor Liang threw a shoehorn at him.
Smack!
Prince Ming's right cheek took a direct hit from the flying shoehorn.
The Imperial Guards tactically released their grip.
