"Prince Le is not like the legend at all," Yang Chuxia replied.
What she didn't know was that Young Master Li and Prince Le could get along precisely because of their personalities.
"Let's go, we'll talk about it more when we get home."
By the time they arrived at Prince An's Mansion, it was already noon. They had been delayed at the Li Residence and hadn't even had lunch yet.
As they entered the courtyard, they could hear cheerful noises coming from inside.
"Uncle, don't pick me up, don't pick me up!" This was Yangyang's voice, "I'm not your wife, if you want to hug someone, go hug your wife?"
"You cheeky brat, always talking nonsense."
"Who says I'm cheeky? I'm a sweet-scented boy, alright? I'm wearing fragrance, it's orchid scent."
"Tsk tsk, a boy wearing fragrance, how bold of you." If you listen carefully, whose voice could it be but Yang Qingtong's?
"What's wrong with a boy? Boys can wear it too; mom even gave my brother and me sachets."
