Qi Yunheng sat at the entrance to his bedchamber, feeling as though a stone had lodged in his chest.
He angrily hurled pebbles into the distance.
He was the one who had said he would never like that man, so why did it hurt so much when that man showed no concern at all upon hearing that he planned to marry and have children?
That man was utterly hateful.
Could he not have firmly objected?
"Master, news has arrived from Southern Zhao. His Majesty's new favorite consort framed your mother, and she has been confined to the Cold Palace," Uncle Fu said, appearing suddenly.
Qi Yunheng went still. Remembering everything that had happened six years later, his gaze instantly sharpened.
"From the moment I became a hostage in the Jin Kingdom in exchange for her wealth and status, I no longer owed her anything. From now on, she is responsible for her own life," he said coldly.
This time, he did not want to get involved in Southern Zhao's murky affairs again.
Suddenly, a little figure flashed through his mind, and he paused.
"Have someone check whether the Eleventh Prince has been born. If his mother is still alive, bring them both out of the royal palace. If she has passed away, find him a good family," he instructed.
Although Uncle Fu did not know why he had suddenly mentioned the Eleventh Prince, he still obeyed. "Yes, this old servant will see to it at once."
Then, as though something had occurred to him, he asked, "Master, are we still staying in the Jin Kingdom, then?"
Qi Yunheng lowered his eyes. "Yes." He could not leave just yet...
He still had to keep an eye on a certain man who went around flirting with everyone.
Three years later
"Your Highness,