Ye Yuan's hands trembled as she looked incredulously at her son, then turned her gaze to Ji Liancheng.
Ji Liancheng frowned, "Son, the matters of those years are complicated, not something that can be explained in a few words."
Ji Qingyu laughed, "Mother's hand was injured, said to be because she protected Ye Yiheng. Let me guess, at the time Ye Yiheng was unconscious, Uncle Emperor wanted to end him personally, mother's hand was probably burned then. As for the specifics, I don't know, but the rough truth is likely just that."
"Qingyu, the matters of those years were something your father and I were forced into." Ye Yuan's eyes reddened.
Ye Yuan is the Emperor; how could the couple not obey his orders?
Ji Qingyu's smile grew even warmer, "So wanting Ye Yiheng dead isn't such a shocking thing, after all, father and mother once wanted to kill him with their own hands."
