After Yue Er's birthday passed, it was soon Chenchen's birthday.
In the Twentieth Year of Jiayuan, Chenchen had already turned sixteen.
He had started attending court meetings to listen to political affairs ever since he was twelve.
In the past few years, under Zhao Junyao's personal guidance, he became more mature and steady.
Clearly a sixteen-year-old still in high school, he was already more composed and mature than modern-day adults.
Every time Xia Ruqing saw it, she was overwhelmed with emotions.
She felt sorry, happy, helpless, and excited all at once.
Excited because...
She never dreamed that she could give birth to such an outstanding son.
Indeed... like father, like son.
Compared to Yue Er's birthday, Chenchen's birthday was much simpler.
Firstly, he didn't like showiness, secondly... he didn't like those ceremonial things either.
He always said that these were all ephemeral, unrealistic.
If he really wanted to celebrate his birthday...
