Li Sang was seething with anger inside, but his face was filled with sorrow, wearing a wounded expression.
"True enough. After all these years, it's already been incredibly difficult for the Prince to remember our past affection and take care of the three of us, father and sons. If I continue indulging in delusions, then I'll be the one at fault."
"Just say what you want to say! It's annoying when you keep making people guess." Su Qiao was eager to return and have dinner with Ye Lihan, so she had no patience to watch him put on an act here.
A trace of anger flashed through Li Sang's eyes. Pressing a handkerchief to the corner of his mouth, he spoke softly, "Since the Prince is being so frank, I won't beat around the bush either."
"Your Highness, I only want to ask one thing. Your Highness, you..."
At this point, Li Sang seemed to feel that it was inappropriate and swallowed back the question, Does the Prince want to become Emperor?
"If you have something to say, say it. Why are you being so hesitant?"
Su Qiao really didn't want to look at his face, which had been powdered as white as a wall.
He had probably applied such a thick, pale layer of powder today to make himself look like a frail, sickly patient.
"What exactly is going on between the Prince and Shang Shuheng? And what exactly is going on between him and Ye Lihan?"
In the end, Li Sang chose to drag those two into the conversation in a sour tone.
"What could be going on?"
One was trying to sabotage his daughter's marriage, while the other was her Doggo.
Host, you should still avoid falling out with him here. Those ministers haven't all left yet.