"Greetings, Imperial Father. Your son has completed the assignments given by the Grand Tutor."
'So he was kept behind to do his homework.' Ji Qingwu couldn't take her eyes off Yuan Heng, who looked like a little snowball.
Before, she didn't know Yuan Heng was her son. Now that she knew, her only regret was not holding him more that day.
Yuan Heng went straight to the North Seat and sat beside Prince Yong. His small body was perfectly straight, and his jade-like face was cold and aloof, already showing the bearing of a gentleman.
Ji Qingwu's gaze remained fixed in that direction, never moving.
A short while later, Emperor Wu Su said, "Yuan Heng, come to your father."
Yuan Heng's dark eyes were filled with confusion.
He racked his brain, trying to recall if he had done something to anger his Imperial Father again today.
He walked to Emperor Wu Su's side on his short legs, his expression grave.
