"Yangyang, are you sure?" Yang Chuxia naturally trusted her son, but she still wanted to confirm once more.
"Hehe, Mother, if I didn't have evidence, I wouldn't come forward to point fingers, I would find an opportunity to trip her up to get revenge for my wife." The little guy stroked his chin, speaking with mischievous charm, "But I do have evidence, otherwise would I foolishly come forward to accuse her?"
"Evidence?" Princess Consort Zhuang looked at him quizzically.
"Yes, Aunt." Meeting Princess Consort Zhuang, his rare mischievousness turned into a silly grin, "Aunt, let everyone here stretch out their feet for all to see."
"Nonsense, Madam Ye, this is your fault. Even if the child is young, they should know that a woman's feet shouldn't be casually looked at." State Duchess Tong retorted, "Isn't there any semblance of decorum left?"
