'He really is just a boy at heart. He knows nothing of schemes and hidden daggers, throwing himself headfirst into the arms of a beautiful woman. So single-minded.'
In truth, the Little Emperor was always very calm and manly in front of Shen Lang.
But since he was standing before his own mother, he unconsciously let his guard down and acted a bit childishly.
But the Empress Dowager couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. "You're so good to her. Do you really like her that much?"
Jiang Yu frowned, looking rather incredulous. "Mother, what kind of question is that? I am going to marry her, so of course it's because I'm extremely fond of her."
"And does this daughter of Prince Chen like you in return?"
"I am the Emperor, and in a few days, I will be her husband. As for not liking me..." He raised his voice slightly, his clear, magnetic tone, still tinged with youth, carrying an unexpected hint of danger. "Would she dare?"
The Empress Dowager: "..."
