"Oh my gosh, really?" Yang Chuxia widened her eyes, feeling immense sympathy for Prince Le, as if all the royal familyās messes had been unfairly landed on him.
Marrying a princess consort who canāt have children meant heād never have a rightful heir in his lifetime.
What was the Emperor thinking? No matter how much he disliked this son, he couldnāt treat him so harshly, right?
"Itās true indeed. Back in the day, Princess Consort Le was framed 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 sonās 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 wouldnāt report them to the Emperor. By the time the Emperor found out, the person was already wedded."
"But doesnāt my cousin also without a mother still marry well?"
"Let me tell you secretly, he picked that one himself." Ye Ziāan thought internally, donāt think my cousin is as calm and carefree inside as he appears; heās quite brooding on the inside.
"Going off topic, let me tell you, although the child wasnāt born by Princess Consort Le, heās recognized under her name 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."
"Letās not talk about them anymore." Ye Ziāan said as he hugged her, "Tonight, letās have dinner together."
"Mommy, Mommy, I heard Pretty Dad is back?" Just as Ye Ziāan and Yang Chuxia were about to leave, Yangyang ran in like a whirlwind.
"Canāt you walk properly?" Ye Ziāan saw his state and scolded, "If you fall and chip a tooth, Iāll just laugh at you."
"Pretty Dad, canāt you speak nicely?" Yangyang retorted defiantly, "If you didnāt come home so late every day, causing me not to see you for two days, would I run so fast? You should reflect on yourself!"
"Hey..." Ye Ziāan found himself speechless; his words seemed to imply it was indeed his fault. "Honey, he truly inherited your eloquence."
"Sure did!" Yangyang proudly hugged Ye Ziāan, "Pretty Dad, what were you up to? You come home so late every day."
Before Ye Ziāan could respond, Yangyang sniffed around, "I think I smell something 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, thatās not fair! I thought two packages meant two different cakes, but itās all peach cake, all for Mom. I love plum cake. You didnāt buy me any!"
"There wasnāt any plum cake today," Ye Ziāan said with a smile.
"I donāt believe it," Yangyang huffed, "I can smell plum cake, sour and sweet, and you didnāt buy it for me. Iām very upset!"
"Little rascal, what are you fussing about? Tomorrow, dad will remember to buy it for you." Ye Ziāan said while ruffling his hair, messing up his neatly combed style.
Yang Chuxia saw the bun on Yangyangās head was knocked to one side and laughed unreservedly.
"Ah..." Yangyang felt his hair with one hand, realized something was off, and ran out screaming, "My image!"