Prince Le happily brought a big drumstick over to Yangyang, who was tied up on the ground.
"Here!"
Without any hesitation, Yangyang took a bite from his hand.
"Tsk tsk, such a big bite, not elegant at all." Prince Le gave him a sideways glance, "And you call yourself the noble heir of the Marquis Mansion? Looks nothing like it."
"Pah!" Yangyang finally swallowed his food with difficulty and glared at Prince Le. "And you’re supposed to be a royal prince? Look at you, you’re no better than I am."
"You little brat, why are you so annoying?" Prince Le tapped his head, "Don’t you know how to respect your elders?"
"What kind of elder are you to ?" Yangyang snorted and continued, "Hurry up and give the drumstick, don’t be stingy. There are so many drumsticks, and I only get two. If my mother were here, she’d make sure all the drumsticks were mine."
Prince Le liked listening to him talk and found it quite amusing.
Despite the occasional disrespect, he still fed him the drumstick.
Suddenly, Yangyang added, "Ah, really, a child not by his mother’s side is worse than a weed."
"Do you miss your mother?" Prince Le asked softly.
Yangyang noticed his strange look but still nodded, "Of course I do, don’t you miss your mother?"
For so reason, Yangyang noticed the person beside him suddenly turned cold.
"What’s wrong?" Seeing that he didn’t speak, Yangyang asked again, "When will you let go anyway? I haven’t seen my mother for almost a year. I wonder if she’ll recognize when we et again. Why did you kidnap ? If you want a son, find my aunt. Ask her to give you one."
"You really want to see your mother?"
"Aren’t you being redundant?"
Yangyang gave him an annoyed look.
"Then I’ll let you see her."
"Really?"
Yangyang was obviously delighted, but Prince Le didn’t respond anymore.
A quarter of an hour later, the sound of horse hooves approached from afar.
"Here they co!"
Prince Le ruffled Yangyang’s hair, and before Yangyang could react to what he said, a familiar voice called out.
"Yangyang!"
Yangyang turned his head, blinking in disbelief, then shook his head.
"Son!"
Only after hearing the voice again did Yangyang confirm it. Despite being tied up, he hopped forward, "Mother, mother, you’ve finally found little ol’ ."
"Don’t move forward!" Seeing him trying to hop forward, Prince Le grabbed his small shoulder.
"You rotten Prince Le, you shaless jerk, let go already." Yangyang struggled desperately, twisting his little body, "My mother is here. Don’t interfere with our family reunion."
"Baili Han, let my son go!" Yang Chuxia got off the horse and saw Yangyang tied up, his originally chubby cheeks now sharp and his clothes not very good.
It broke her heart; the son she held so dear was now in such a sorry state.
"I caught him with difficulty, why should I give him back to you?" Prince Le smirked, "I’ve already done you a favor by letting you see each other, don’t push it!"
Dealing with him, Yang Chuxia felt like she could vomit blood every minute.
Truly an utterly reckless person.
"What will it take for you to let him go?"
"Yeah, what will it take for you to let go?" Yangyang turned, beaming at Yang Chuxia, "Mother, did you miss ?"
"Darling son, I think about you every day."
(ps: There are only five Chapters today, so don’t wait for more. The power went out in my neighborhood again, and it only ca back at nine tonight, so I only managed to write this much. Ladies, rember, if you have money, live in a good neighborhood. Unlike our broken neighborhood, which is a total jerry-built project. The power’s gone out four or five tis in less than a month, and there was a water outage, and then a pipe burst. Absolutely ridiculous.)
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