However, having good luck is also a kind of strength.
It's just that his expression was still a bit peculiar.
After all, there had never been a situation where the son was conferred a title while the father remained titleless.
Chu Heng was only momentarily surprised, then regained his composure.
As for Chu Jin, along the way, he couldn't help but want to burst into laughter occasionally. If not for the palace being full of Emperor Xuanming's spies, he might have already laughed out loud.
Even so, his silly smiling expression was enough for others to notice something unusual.
Chu Heng did not remind him, as such genuine behavior was precisely what the Xuanming Emperor needed to see to feel at ease.
"Father, am I dreaming?" After leaving the palace and getting into the carriage, Chu Jin finally reached out to pinch his cheek, asking incredulously.
"Whether you're dreaming or not, you'll know by feeling it," Chu Heng calmly reached out and pinched his arm.
