Luo Yiyun looked at Baili Qi with great disappointment.
Her son had grown up to this age and should have been her right-hand man, with the mother and son working together to fight against the forces coveting the throne, but this son of hers couldn't help her at all. Instead, he had committed so many ridiculous acts and always required her to clean up after him.
Clearly a smart child, yet because he indulged in wine and women all day, he had worn away his original intelligence.
Seeing him in this foolish, drunken state, not knowing what day it was, Luo Yiyun was so angry that she gritted her teeth repeatedly, clenched and unclenched her fists several times, and suppressed the urge to slap him again several times.
