The sickly little one was adopted by a wealthy foreigner and became a favorite.

Anyway, the palace floor is very flat and clean, and it is swept every day.

The cub felt like it had hitched a ride again.

He was a lazy kid to begin with, and even thought it was fun for his dad to pull him along like that.

When Winston entered the hall, a group of ministers were waiting for him to begin a meeting.

He took the head seat, paused for a moment, and then said in a dignified voice:

"How is the situation at the front?"

But everyone was still staring at him blankly, and for a moment no one said a word.

Winston was unusually puzzled.

Then he finally followed the minister's gaze, looked down, and saw a little guy struggling to climb up his cloak.

They had already climbed up to his shoulder level.

Winston paused for a moment, then quickly picked up the little guy, afraid he would drop him:

"Baby, how did you get here?"

The little guy pointed to the cape behind his father, then sat down and curled up flat in his father's arms, looking like a small blanket.

That's a very vivid description.

Winston covered his forehead in exasperation.

"Where is the butler?"

Winston hadn't received a reply yet, and the cub was nestled in his hands, looking at him pitifully.

Winston had no choice but to compromise and place the cub on the table so that he could attend the meeting with him.

The little guy is quite serious.

Children love role-playing. When he noticed that the adults around him all had cold faces, he started to imitate them, sitting on the table and staring at his father's face.

But after watching for a while, the cub got tired and lay down.

He was tired, so he turned over and, like a piece of durian meat, lay on his side, a plump lump of flesh, curling himself into a full semicircle, and fell asleep.

As Winston spoke, he couldn't help but look down at his own baby.

Seeing that the cub was asleep, he wanted to put it in his pocket, but as soon as he reached out, he heard rustling sounds of a computer being turned over and a camera being taken.

Winston looked up.

Sure enough, many people, just like when they were caught by the teacher in school, quietly put one hand under the table and pretended nothing had happened.

But Winston is very smart.

He had never fished, but he understood the psychology of these people.

He opened his personal terminal and, sure enough, saw that a minister had just posted an update.

The baby cubs look quite good in the photos.

Winston kept it secretly.

His photo album used to contain work-related content, but now it has completely become an album dedicated to his cubs.

However, Winston's photography skills are not very good. Even though the cub is cute from every angle, he can still find that special spot.

So Winston wouldn't post the photos he took; he would just keep them in his album and admire them quietly. Most of the time, if he wanted to post something, he would secretly use the photos that Richard and the others shared in their family group chat.

Now, Winston doesn't show any particular anger when he catches his men slacking off.

Because his subordinates rarely act so unseriously, and it's only natural that they would lose their composure and fall under the sway of the little ones when faced with cubs.

Furthermore, since his subordinates were all praising the cub's cuteness, Winston simply coughed and tapped the table to let the meeting continue.

The cub was already nestled in its father's pocket, drooling as it slept.

Winston didn't want the butler to come and pick up the cubs again, so he just stayed with the cubs and finished the whole meeting.

Throughout the entire process, only the ministers remained in a state of turmoil.

They knew that His Majesty had personally incubated an egg, but there were further details about it that His Majesty strictly forbade them to spread.

The child was an accident, and they didn't know His Majesty's attitude towards the child.

Is it a secret to be hidden away? Or a treasure to be cherished?

No one dared to presume to guess the tyrant's thoughts.

Therefore, they only dared to marvel at the little prince's cuteness in private, and would never dare to spread news about the cub or make up stories about the royal family.

However... seeing how personally involved and indulgent His Majesty was, they couldn't help but feel that the young prince was the most favored one right now.

It's a pity that, despite being so cute, she was a fragile baby who needed to be carefully protected.

If the young prince were more powerful, perhaps the next heir would be chosen sooner, and the situation would be clearer.

Nor will any Winston family member be sacrificed needlessly due to internal strife.

They all harbored various regrets, or even more deep thoughts.

Morin was thinking about these things too.

Just then, someone next to him gently nudged him.

Morin turned his head and understood what his colleagues meant. After the meeting, some of them went home, while others secretly gathered in a secluded place.

Those who gathered were all members of the old guard who had followed the Winston family for over a century.

They were followers of the Winston family since before the rise of the empire.

As time goes by, the Winston family's genes have become stronger, and the emotional aspect has become weaker.

Although Winston is now their master, there is also the possibility that one day he might abandon the entire empire and die fearlessly on some border.

He had little affection for his people or his descendants.

And so did His Highness Richard and his entourage.

They're all a bunch of complete lunatics.

Therefore, based on AI calculations, the ministers were certain that the royal family would eventually decline and perish.

If the royal family falls, the glory of their entire empire will be lost forever.

The new party members did not place much importance on the royal family and felt that if the Winston family had no successor in the future, they could choose an heir from the collateral branches.

But these veteran officials could only be from the Winston family.

They always kept saying:

"These people don't know how prosperous the Winston family was at its peak."

"They also have no idea what a magnificent sight it truly means to say 'Winston's glory will last forever'!"

Maureen, whose family had been Winston's lieutenants for generations, stood silently at the back, listening to the discussion and then answering their questions.

An elderly minister asked:

"How is it, Minister Mo Lin? What is His Majesty's attitude towards the young prince?"

Mo Lin said, "The young prince is His Majesty's own flesh and blood, and was personally incubated by His Majesty. The bond between them is incomparable."

"Moreover, the other princes also adore the young prince! The Winston family is unusually harmonious now... With the young prince around, I think the Winston family might stop its decline and move towards new glory."

"However, His Highness's health..."

Morin's words also made the ministers realize that what they needed to pay the most attention to was the little prince's health, and they had to protect this poor little thing who was so fragile that he could be blown away by a gust of wind.