Emperor Yongning looked at everyone speechlessly, "..... Are you teaching me how to do things?" Jun Ning didn’t know what Emperor Yongning thought after hearing these instructions, but he couldn’t help but laugh first. He really didn’t understand if these chefs were taking themselves too seriously or were worrying unnecessarily to the point of saying such things? Even predicting what he would be like when he grew up? How could they be so capable? Just as Jun Ning was about to say something, Qiong Hua spoke first, furious, because no mother in this world can accept others speaking about her child . "You few, I advise you to take back what you just said and apologize to my son, otherwise... otherwise..." Qiong Hua tightly clenched her fists, feeling like she wanted to fight with these people. On what grounds do they speak of her son ? How good her son is, how could they possibly know? The saying goes that the future can be seen from a child’s behavior at age three, but it isn’t just through one thing that you can judge if a child will have accomplishments, it’s through many matters combined. "The Emperor hasn’t said anything yet, what right does a woman from the Cold Palace have to speak to us?" The saying ’judge by appearances’ describes people like Chef Liu perfectly. Seeing Qiong Hua dressed in rags, without anyone to support her, he disdainfully retorted. Qiong Hua’s chest heaved with anger, her tears falling uncontrollably like beads from a broken thread. Seeing this, Jun Ning wished he could stuff a smelly sock in these people’s mouths to shut them up. Helplessly, he was being held by the Imperial Guard and couldn’t do anything. "Let go of me." He once again wrestled with the Imperial Guard. Chef Wang noticed the words in Qiong Hua’s earlier statement, "You just said that little brat is your son? Then who is his father? Call his father out to talk with us about this matter. You, a woman, apart from crying your heart out and shouting, are advised not to interfere." Emperor Yongning, who had been silent this whole time, finally spoke, "That little brat’s father is me. Have you thought about how you wish to die?" With these words, it was a shocking revelation. A group of chefs: "......" Everyone was shocked. In shock, the chefs thought that the reason the Emperor hadn’t killed the little brat who had mocked him, but instead made him a companion to the seventeenth prince, was it because he was his son? A tiger does not eat its cub! And the woman beside him, was she the Emperor’s woman? There seemed to be a reasonable explanation for how Qiong Hua had just looked at Emperor Yongning. But the chefs were dumbfounded by this sudden revelation, and recalling those treacherous words they had just uttered, they could hardly breathe, falling to their knees, their faces pale, begging Emperor Yongning for forgiveness. But they themselves knew Emperor Yongning was a tyrant. Asking a tyrant for forgiveness was simply wishful thinking. Emperor Yongning glanced at them, just a glance, and they felt the blade at their necks, as if they were about to be executed. Orıginal content can be found at 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩~𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖~𝙣𝙚𝙩 "I’ve never seen chefs who dare speak and act like you do. Who is really outrageously bold? Is it my son, or is it you? Hmm?" Emperor Yongning’s tone was smooth, but inexplicably carried a few degrees of threat. Chef Liu and the others were so stimulated by this threat that they couldn’t speak coherently, "It is... it is..." After stammering for a long time, they still couldn’t articulate anything. Emperor Yongning was not in the mood to listen to them finish, impatiently gesturing with his hand, saying, "Take them all away... beat them to death with a stick..."