In the distant place called the 'palace', the Son of Heaven (the Emperor) roared like a raging lion, "Little imbecile! You never learn, whose son are you? Wait until we (I), Zhen (the Emperor) get you." Like before his head was bulging in blue veins to further expressed his anger towards his child's mischievousness. Next to him, his empress chuckled, somehow entertained on her husband's every move.