"If I could escape from the palace, how could a military camp trap me? Mom, the Poison Old Monster will accompany me."
Yang Chuxia remained silent, gently stroking his head. Her eyes were filled with unspoken worry. She was utterly unwilling to let her son take such risks. Prince Le was an unpredictable person. Although he hadn't done anything to Yangyang before, who knew if his mind had changed now?
The next day
Yangyang got up early, dressed in a purple brocade robe, with a gold crown tied to his hair, looking every bit like a noble young master from a wealthy family.
Seeing Yang Chuxia coming over, he quickly ran to hug her waist, "Mom! Are you still angry?"
"What do you think?" She rolled her eyes at him, "You never listen to your mother, and that's very upsetting!"
"Mom, I promise this is the last time," Yangyang looked at her eagerly, "From now on, I'll definitely listen to you. If you want me to go east, I won't go west."
