"Will he be stronger?" Chengcheng blinked his eyes, pointing at Mu Shaoling and asking.
"Probably stronger."
Mu Shaoling's mouth twitched, "He's counting on me to detoxify him, and yet he claims to be stronger than me? How shameless."
"Then you two should compete, and I'll learn from whoever is stronger," Chengcheng said.
Mu Shaoling laughed, giving him a pat, "You're a fool, aren't you? He hasn't even agreed to teach you yet."
Chengcheng fell silent again, continuing to gnaw on a big crab while Yangyang peeled crab legs for him. This was a closeness even beyond that of real brothers.
"Choosing a consort?" The Emperor was taken aback upon hearing this, looking at the Heir of Prince He with a slightly amused expression. He truly was a conscientious clan chief, always considering the future of the imperial family's lineage. "Has the three-year mourning period ended? If not, why discuss choosing a consort?"
