"How about letting Mingzhao go?" Yang Zhengshan glanced at Yang Chengan beside him. The kid's ears immediately pricked up the moment he heard that.
Don't look at the kid's young age; he had plenty of thoughts tucked away.
Hearing this, Lady Zhu looked as if she wanted to speak, then stopped.
What he actually wanted to ask was whether, if one became a king, one no longer had to obey the Yang Family rules.
Women, after all, certainly would not want their husbands to have crowds of wives and concubines.
But before she could ask, Yu Qingyi flatly refused. "No. I don't want him going off to be some king!"
Lady Zhu sighed in relief. Yang Chengan buried his head back into his bowl again. If Grandmother wouldn't allow it, he wanted to cry!
Yang Zhengshan nodded. "All right, then. Tomorrow we'll ask Chengyou and Chengzhang and see which of them is willing!"
After dinner, Lady Zhu took the children back to her own courtyard, while Yang Zhengshan and Yu Qingyi also returned to their bedroom, where husband and wife began whispering together.
"Should we let the children go into the Spirit Spring Space and have a look?" Yu Qingyi asked, somewhat conflicted.
The current Spirit Spring Space was already large enough. It was a circular area with a radius of more than a hundred li, dozens of times larger than Star Moon Island.
Such a large space was enough to accommodate many people living inside it.
Of course, the supplies in the space were not complete. If many people were to live there, a great many supplies would need to be brought in from the outside world.
And Yu Qingyi's reason for not wanting Yang Mingzhao to become a king lay precisely in the Spirit Spring Space.
What emperors,