Shen Wei let out a soft chuckle and murmured, "You silly child, always lost in your wild thoughts."
Li Chengtai kept a stern expression on his little face. His mother, the imperial consort, had been poisoned by other concubines, yet here she was, finding joy amidst hardship. All he wanted was for his mother to live safely and peacefully, free from suffering.
His gaze shifted slightly, locking eyes with his father.
Like a young wolf in a den sizing up the alpha of the pack.
Li Yuanjing narrowed his dark eyes, catching the defiance in his son's stare.
This stubborn child.
Li Yuanjing mused to himself. Every other prince greeted him with reverence—except Li Chengtai. The boy resembled him the most, not just in looks but in that unyielding, combative spirit.
Li Yuanjing patted his son's shoulder, his voice deep and measured. "The southern floods demand attention. I'm heading to Changan Palace to discuss relief efforts with the ministers. Since you're free, come along."
