In the end, the crown prince wasn't his own flesh and blood, but even if he was, Lu Fenying wouldn't feel much about it.
To him, the baby was just a successor.
One was enough.
It didn't matter if they were related by blood or not.
Mo Qian'er glanced at him. Seeing that he didn't have much of a reaction, she felt sorry for the crown prince again. "Little crown prince, be good. I love you the most."
There was no point caring if the man didn't like him.
The crown prince still giggled. His father didn't like him, but it was a different type of dislike.
Who would want a kid to ruin their time with their woman?
He had also been an adult man and had liked women before; nobody would like a third party showing up in their two-person world.
His mother, in particular, had treated him like a treasure ever since she had him, thus neglecting his father; it would be strange if his father liked him.
