They walked along the corridor back to the Qiao Residence.
Steward Qiao had made a special trip to take his son to see a physician.
Holding his son's hand, his fleshy face filled with heartache.
"My dear boy, it's all Father's fault for failing to protect you. Look how they've beaten that handsome little face! You mustn't be left with scars. You're Father's only precious son!"
Had he known that little girl was a princess, Steward Qiao would never have let his son approach her and run his mouth.
And now look.
Both father and son had been beaten, and their faces still hurt.
He himself had thick skin and tough flesh, so a few slaps were nothing.
But his Tianci was still so young. What would he do if a beating like this left his son's face disfigured?
How could he answer to Tianci's grandfather and grandmother?
"Father, I heard that Little Princess wasn't born into the Imperial Family, but she still got made a princess. If I can make the emperor like me, will he make me a prince?"
Qiao Tianci had been spoiled by his family since birth. In the Qiao family, he was treated like an honored ancestor.
But after meeting Xia Wanwan today,
he finally realized that someone could hold an even higher position than he did.
He wanted all the common people under heaven to kneel and coax him, too.
"How could our Tianci be any less than her? The emperor would certainly like you if he met you. But making you a prince would be a little difficult. If you joined the Imperial Family and changed your surname to Xia, what would become of our family? Isn't that right?"
How could he hand his son over to someone else for nothing?
This precious