Zhao Tianzhao's head buzzed for a moment, turning blank.
Completely blank.
The meaning of the two words "Emperor Yu" is simply too vast, a title revered by so many, a title sung by so many.
Zhao Tianzhao staggered slightly.
Zhao Ziyun hastily supported him from behind.
"Father."
Zhao Tianzhao wiped his forehead, which was already covered in cold sweat.
"Ziyun, did I hear wrong just now? What exactly did Principal Ding say? Repeat it for me!"
Zhao Ziyun, looking a bit troubled, said:
"Principal Ding said... from now on, if there's nothing important, there's no need to attend classes."
"Afraid Emperor Yu might be displeased... Yu… Emperor Yu?!!!"
Zhao Ziyun also staggered.
His eyes suddenly widened.
Who in the Zhao Family doesn't know who Emperor Yu is?
What does it mean to be afraid Emperor Yu might be displeased?
Zhao Mengxue also turned pale, full of disbelief.
How could that young man possibly be the legendary Emperor Yu?
