"Mother, those who achieve great things don't fuss over trifles!"
Seeing Rong Si hesitating, Li Qingmu immediately said decisively.
Rong Si raised her head and touched his cheek with her hand, "My son, isn't this unfair to you?"
Li Qingmu smiled lightly, "Mother, what are you saying? Women are just tools, like these lavish clothes that can be given away on a whim when in a good mood. What I want is her intelligence and a clean family background, not an ephemeral reputation!"
Rong Si gazed at her handsome son with a natural sense of pride that her son had finally grown up.
She nodded gently and squeezed Li Qingmu's hand tightly, "Good! Although marriage is traditionally decided by elders, you are the Emperor, so you should make the decision yourself. However..."
Li Qingmu felt a sudden unease but maintained a submissive appearance, "Just say it, Mother?"
"You are the Emperor; you can't have just one Empress and one concubine, right?"
