"What does it feel like?" Ye Ziāan raised his eyebrows.
"I feel heās too indulgent with me, no matter whether what I do is right or wrong, heāll 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 Ziāan said with a smile as he ruffled his head. "Didnāt 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 Emperorās 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 Ziāan 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 Ziāanās love for power to see if he would kill his own son to usurp the title. But Ye Ziāan could live without any power or wealth but could never let go of his wife and children.
Listening to the father and sonās conversation, Yang Chuxiaās 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 didnāt 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 Ziāan smiled inwardly, his son was still too young after all, and there were some things he hadnāt considered. "Weāre a support to your older cousin. He wouldnāt clip your older cousinās wings; he still needs your father for now."
In fact, there was another point he hadnāt mentioned to his son. The Emperorās 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 Ziāan 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.
"Itās 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 Iāll have a prince brother in the future. Letās see that Tong Family brat dare to say my brotherās status is low, tsk, now even his grandfather canāt compare."
"Ah, thatās the only good thing, I suppose," Lele said with a spread of his hands, looking rather helpless.
"All right, letās 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 donāt mind the fatigue. My son has become a prince; Iām overjoyed!"