"Father!!" Even though he was six or seven years old, the little heir had a stronger sense of self-esteem than anyone else. He felt insulted and was deeply resentful, also doubting who his real son was.
Prince Le did not miss the hatred in his eyes, but he didn't take it to heart.
"Alright, why fuss over such trivial matters?" Prince Le said, "Go back and pack up; we're leaving tonight."
"Where to?"
Facing Yangyang's questioning gaze, Prince Le chuckled, "Definitely not back to the Capital City, so don't dream about it."
This smile from Prince Le made the little heir even more resentful; he'd never seen such a smile directed at him before. Clenching his fist, he thought, he definitely isn't my father. When I grow up, I'll kill him.
After the children left, Prince Le called in his subordinates. This time, he planned to go to Great Qi, where everything had been set up, just waiting for him to reap the benefits.
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