Chapter 1520 - 1522_1
"What does it feel like?" Ye Zi’an raised his eyebrows.
"I feel he’s too indulgent with me, no matter whether what I do is right or wrong, he’ll never punish me." Lele said with a giggle, counting on her little fingers, "Dad, excessive indulgence can make a person increasingly arrogant and self-aggrandizing. Such a person will have a hard time achieving anything great."
"You certainly understand that well," Ye Zi’an said with a smile as he ruffled his head. "Didn’t you ask why he fears a little child like you? Let me tell you, you know too much. Children your age and even older lack the understanding of the Emperor’s intentions, while you can analyze them thoroughly. Too clever by half, with the backing of your father, he probably fears that your greed will know no bounds."
Ye Zi’an thought to himself that the Emperor must regret entrusting such a thing to his care.
He would fight against all objections to bestow a princely title; naturally, it involved a debt of life-saving grace, as well as his affection for Lele. And those worries in his heart were surely there too. He must have been very conflicted, so rather than making the decision himself, he gambled, staking on Ye Zi’an’s love for power to see if he would kill his own son to usurp the title. But Ye Zi’an could live without any power or wealth but could never let go of his wife and children.
Listening to the father and son’s conversation, Yang Chuxia’s feelings were too complex to articulate.
The thoughts of the imperial family are unfathomable. Once again, the truth proved that people only saw the grace the imperial family showed to the Ye Family on the surface, but they never saw the turbulence hidden beneath.
"Dad, since he has so many worries in his heart, why didn’t he strangle us at the very beginning? Right now, our Ye Family is just getting started."
"Son, would you stop eating for fear of choking?" Ye Zi’an smiled inwardly, his son was still too young after all, and there were some things he hadn’t considered. "We’re a support to your older cousin. He wouldn’t clip your older cousin’s wings; he still needs your father for now."
In fact, there was another point he hadn’t mentioned to his son. The Emperor’s move was sublime--a win-win outcome. Even if father and son did not turn against each other, Lele would not inherit the Ye Family in the future. Lele had already become a prince, which meant he must consider his other sons for the inheritance of the Ye Family, and it would definitely come down to choosing between Yangyang or Qingqing. This way, Lele would have no chance to get his hands on that item, and the likelihood of him causing trouble would be further reduced.
Ye Zi’an laughed with resignation. He truly is the Emperor, able to conjure a myriad of meanings with a single move.
Whoever was so foolish to spread the word that the Emperor was muddle-headed and fond of beauty, he truly wanted to slap them dead.
"It’s so complicated!" Listening to all this, Yangyang was stunned; his little head felt insufficient for it all. "Mom, is brother really that smart? He understands all of this?"
"Yes, your brother is smart. Did you understand any of it?" Yang Chuxia asked with a smile.
"Why should I understand?" Yangyang laughed, "I just know that I’ll have a prince brother in the future. Let’s see that Tong Family brat dare to say my brother’s status is low, tsk, now even his grandfather can’t compare."
"Ah, that’s the only good thing, I suppose," Lele said with a spread of his hands, looking rather helpless.
"All right, let’s go back to the city. After all the commotion last night, we should sleep early tonight. Some rewards will probably arrive tomorrow, and no doubt some will be rushing to present their congratulations on time. My lady, you might have a tiring day tomorrow."
"I don’t mind the fatigue. My son has become a prince; I’m overjoyed!"