Even if this was a political marriage. But time and again… where was he, the Crown Prince, supposed to hide his face? Moreover, Song Miyao was already pregnant with his child and would soon be giving birth.
"Xiaozu…"
"Look, what word has your father written?"
With slightly whitened temples and a meticulously arranged hair bun, King Zhenbei Li Liang showed no sign of anger. Holding a brush in his right hand, he silently completed the piece of calligraphy he was writing. After the final stroke, he looked at his son calmly, then pointed to the ink characters on the white paper.
"A word?"
