Ye Yunting's fist clenched slightly, his expression cold to the extreme.
"Mother, I will say it once more, the position of Princess Consort must be Chu Nanli's."
"If Mother intends to meddle in my affairs in the future, do not blame me for being impolite!"
Ye Yunting glared at Yang Shu, his anger evident as he angrily swept out of the room.
His mother had always wanted him to marry a daughter of a powerful family for the sake of competing for the throne in the future.
She said it was for his own good.
Little did she know, this would only harm him and the entire War King Residence.
He could no longer condone his mother's misguided actions.
Nor would he divorce Chu Nanli.
Yang Shu was stunned into silence until long after Ye Yunting had left.
She had never expected her son to threaten and warn her.
Was this his attitude toward his elders?
She was his mother!
Yang Shu was so furious she picked up a chair and started smashing Ye Yunting's room to pieces.
