"Oh my gosh, really?" Yang Chuxia widened her eyes, feeling imnse sympathy for Prince Le, as if all the royal family’s sses had been unfairly landed on him.
Marrying a princess consort who can’t have children ant he’d never have a rightful heir in his lifeti.
What was the Emperor thinking? No matter how much he disliked this son, he couldn’t treat him so harshly, right?
"It’s true indeed. Back in the day, Princess Consort Le was frad by her family, and later, when the princes were getting married, the other princess consorts were chosen by their mothers. The Emperor simply handed over his son’s marriage to the consorts of the harem. Those in the harem? Tsk, could they pick well? When others in the court saw Prince Le being neglected, even if they knew about these matters, they wouldn’t report them to the Emperor. By the ti the Emperor found out, the person was already wedded."
"But doesn’t my cousin also without a mother still marry well?"
"Let tell you secretly, he picked that one himself." Ye Zi’an thought internally, don’t think my cousin is as calm and carefree inside as he appears; he’s quite brooding on the inside.
"Going off topic, let tell you, although the child wasn’t born by Princess Consort Le, he’s recognized under her na and has been raised by her side since childhood, just like her own son."
Yang Chuxia nodded understandingly, "No wonder Princess Consort Le looked so upset when she got the news."
"Let’s not talk about them anymore." Ye Zi’an said as he hugged her, "Tonight, let’s have dinner together."
"Mommy, Mommy, I heard Pretty Dad is back?" Just as Ye Zi’an and Yang Chuxia were about to leave, Yangyang ran in like a whirlwind.
"Can’t you walk properly?" Ye Zi’an saw his state and scolded, "If you fall and chip a tooth, I’ll just laugh at you."
"Pretty Dad, can’t you speak nicely?" Yangyang retorted defiantly, "If you didn’t co ho so late every day, causing not to see you for two days, would I run so fast? You should reflect on yourself!"
"Hey..." Ye Zi’an found himself speechless; his words seed to imply it was indeed his fault. "Honey, he truly inherited your eloquence."
"Sure did!" Yangyang proudly hugged Ye Zi’an, "Pretty Dad, what were you up to? You co ho so late every day."
Before Ye Zi’an could respond, Yangyang sniffed around, "I think I sll sothing delicious; it seems like peaches?" He glanced around the room, spotting the package on the high table, "Peach cake?"
"What a keen nose." Yang Chuxia tapped his nose playfully.
"Hehe," Yangyang giggled, moved forward for a closer look at the package, then pouted, "Pretty Dad, that’s not fair! I thought two packages ant two different cakes, but it’s all peach cake, all for Mom. I love plum cake. You didn’t buy any!"
"There wasn’t any plum cake today," Ye Zi’an said with a smile.
"I don’t believe it," Yangyang huffed, "I can sll plum cake, sour and sweet, and you didn’t buy it for . I’m very upset!"
"Little rascal, what are you fussing about? Tomorrow, dad will rember to buy it for you." Ye Zi’an said while ruffling his hair, ssing up his neatly combed style.
Yang Chuxia saw the bun on Yangyang’s head was knocked to one side and laughed unreservedly.
"Ah..." Yangyang felt his hair with one hand, realized sothing was off, and ran out screaming, "My image!"
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