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If I like you, you can be a beggar and I’ll still like you. If I dislike you, you can be the emperor and I’ll still dislike you. Shouldn’t it be like that? It’s simple logic. So, whether you’re human or not is irrelevant.

Thus, Xie Lian patted Hua Cheng down, sarting from his chest, to his arms, and all the way to his legs to make sure there weren't any wounds. Yet, other than discovering Hua Cheng had a fine body, there were no other finds, Xie Lian was at his wit's end and started to worry.

Hua Cheng was leaning his chair back, his boots crossed and stacked on the table, but the moment he heard Xie Lian push the door to enter he puts his legs down and casually smacked the back of Qi Rong's head, knocking him out. His rose to his feet.
"Gege".

He laughingly straightened up, sounding more and more affable, like an elder who was tolerant of spoiled child. "What's so good about the sky?"
"It's prettier than you," Xie Lian snapped back.

BOOK 4, Ch. 195.

The state preceptors were so distraught, they were losing hair as fast as the rain fell. After much contemplation, they called the crown prince over to speak to him. (...)
This was what he said: "There is nothing wrong with saving people. Why would the heavens condemn me for doing the right thing?"
Uh... but what if heavens do condemn you?
"Then it is the heavens who are wrong. Why would I apologize to those who are wrong?"
The state preceptors could not argue. (...) He had never encountered anything he could not do, nor had he ever met anyone who did not love him. He was the justice of the Mortal Realm, the center of the world.