But she had heard from too many people that the Emperor and the little prince were not close, and that Yuan Heng's small palms were no stranger to the ruler's sting.
She had also seen it herself a few times. Before Yuan Heng, the Emperor mostly adopted a stern, admonishing posture.
After asking, Ji Qingwu realized she had likely asked a foolish question.
No matter what, Yuan Heng was the Emperor's only heir, naturally a treasure in the Phoenix Palace.
But the nature of that cherishing was different.
'What she wanted to ask was whether his affection, like hers, stemmed from a place of love.'
'But the birth of these two children wasn't based on love. From a certain perspective, both of them had been coerced.'
Never before had Ji Qingwu felt such regret for the massive blunder she and the System had made.
Emperor Wu Su lowered his gaze. He understood the meaning behind her words.
