"What a peculiar question to ask." Duchess Wang Qixing lightly laughed, covering her mouth. "I love both of them."
"Even after what the Emperor and Empress did?" Li Chenyang carefully asked.
He was stepping on eggshells for having the guts to bring up a question relating to Li Minghua. Even after all these years, he knew, his mother had never moved on. And he couldn't blame her. Li Minghua was her first and only daughter, but instead of living a life of luxury, she was trapped at home—her beauty hidden from the world.
Duchess Wang Qixing's smile slipped a bit, her brows kneading upwards. "Why… do you ask?"
"If…" Li Chenyang swallowed, nervous of his next statement. "If there is a possibility that—"
"Chenyang."
Li Chenyang shot out of his seat at the sight of his exhausted father. Duke Li Shenyang stood by the door of his shared bedroom, a disapproving frown on his face.
