“I really want to taste it…” Lazily leaning against the imperial bed, the man licked his lips, his fingertips lingering on the tempting delicacy in front of him. “Of course you can,” the boy’s replied nonchalantly, without changing his expression, “if you want to see me bleed to death, Fa…ther…” He leisurely pronounced the last two words. The six-year-old Qi Mingyue moved the hands away from his waist, ignoring the expression on the man’s face, and stood up to leave. When he was the number one of a host club, he died from a gunshot. When he woke up he was a prince, and he met that man. The cunning and two faced, flirtatious and inconsistent man, but when it came to himself, it was unconditional love and care… so what if they were father and son? As an emperor, he had encountered many people, and to him, there was but little difference among them, which made life dull. However, this prince subverted his perception. Gentle and profound like water, cold and ruthless like the moon… so what if he was destined to bring chaos, to murder his own mother? Just showering him with love and indulgence would be enough.