"Also, the Second Prince was born by the Queen, a child that you carried with you for ten months. This can't be wrong. The Second Prince is not in good health, so why don't you pity him? Your coldness makes me want to ask, are you really the Second Prince's biological mother?"
Zhou Heng looked at Wei Ling without avoiding her gaze.
How dare he question the empress?
But he couldn't stand it. He was too sad.
He did not understand. In his mother's heart, what were they?
Did his mother really like him only because she liked this child? Or perhaps, she liked that ridiculous possibility, that ridiculous prophecy.
This made Zhou Heng feel too painful. He was in pain and angry. Why did a mother not love her child? Why?
"How dare you! How dare you, you—"
