"Your Imperial Uncle doesn't even like Gao Chaoyang," An Youyou turned back and glanced, speaking indifferently, "Are you planning to make Gao Chaoyang live as a widow?! Why are you men all so selfish!"
"I..." Wu Huahao was always rendered speechless by An Youyou's retorts.
He truly could never win an argument against An Youyou!
He had been bullied by her since childhood.
Both of them were heading to the consort Li, as she had sent someone to bring them over. Thankfully, Anqi had cried herself to sleep from the heartbreak and was now finally resting.
Entering the consort Li's chambers, they saw her sitting in a chair, still unable to stop weeping.
The thought of her youngest son in prison left her deeply unsettled.
Seeing An Youyou and Wu Huahao arrive helped her calm down a bit.
"Greetings, Consort Li, Imperial Aunt, Imperial Uncle," An Youyou greeted properly.
Wu Huahao followed suit with a bow.
"Youyou, rise quickly," Xiao Hezhen said eagerly, her eyes full of warmth.
