The Emperor of Xiyun had been sipping his tea as well, but upon hearing Su Chengyu's words, he couldn't help but laugh, "Being as tall as your imperial brother would be good, you're too short."
Su Chengyu: "..." Father, am I really your biological son?
An Jing estimated with her naked eye that Su Chengyu should be about one seventy-three meters in height, which wasn't really short, but compared to her husband's height of over one eighty meters, he did indeed appear a bit short.
Yet the Emperor of Xiyun said so bluntly that his own son Su Chengyu was short. An Jing struggled to hold back her laughter, fearing that laughing out loud would only add to Su Chengyu's depression and embarrassment.
Su Chengyu felt downcast just for a moment before he managed to dissolve the awkwardness himself and changed the subject, asking, "Imperial sister-in-law, where are my four nephews? Why haven't I seen them?"
"They're in the inner hall."
