Weren't you here to persuade people to put down their butcher knives? How did you end up taking Madam Liu's side?
Xiao Qianyu looked back at him innocently. What was wrong with standing up for his own mother? Not standing up for her would be the problem.
Before Prince Jiujiang's Heir could speak, Xiao Yunqing lost his temper first. He glared at Xiao Qianyu and snapped, "Who are you calling a thing? Who do you think you can punish?"
Xiao Yunqing pointed at Xiao Qianyu, issuing a threat. "I'm warning you: if you dare lay a finger on my mother, don't blame me for showing you no mercy."
He'd been bottling up his anger for ages. He'd never liked Xiao Qianyu.
Ever since he was born, Prince Jiujiang's Heir had placed him in the care of the Heir's Consort, passing him off as her own son. Though she had raised him with all her heart, devoted herself to his upbringing, and protected him with everything she had, when he was five, Prince Jiujiang's Heir privately told him the truth: Yan Shi, the prince's favored concubine, was his real mother, and he had no blood relation to the Heir's Consort. From that moment on, his heart belonged entirely to Yan Shi, and he saw the Heir's Consort as nothing but someone to use.
He looked down on the Heir's Consort. If his mother hadn't told him that being raised by her, with the status of a legitimate son, would benefit him, he would have turned on her long ago.
After learning the truth, he did nothing but humor and deceive the Heir's Consort. In private, he and Father King would spend time together as a family in his mother's Silver Willow Pavilion.
Only the foolish Heir's Consort remained in the dark,