Wu Yuemei said this, and Cheng Guang naturally wouldn't refute, but only smiled in response, his gaze toward the Queen of the South Ming still held a touch of playfulness.
This Queen of the South Ming really did inherit a certain tradition of the wistful crown prince, steadfast as ever in her tortoise-like demeanor.
Here she was, ridiculing herself, and yet she managed to keep her cool.
No matter what she was thinking, at least on the surface, she maintained her poised and regal demeanor perfectly.
After Wu Yuemei spoke to Cheng Guang, she then looked toward the Queen of the South Ming with a hint of apology.
"Ming Xian, Guanger is still young, so his words can be boundless, I hope you won't take offense."
The Queen of the South Ming pursed her red lips, finding Wu Yuemei's explanation laughable in her heart. So young? How old exactly is he for you to say that, your son clearly thinks with his lower half rather than his brain.
