The cultivation was quite low, and there were already faint wrinkles at the corners of her eyes.
"Mother, why worry? As far as your son knows, Chen Yuan prefers older people. Perhaps he was already enamored when he first saw you."
Sima Ke continued to brainwash.
"The first time..."
Noble Consort Yang recalled the first time she met Chen Yuan. Although he contradicted her then, she couldn't detect any emotion on his face.
All there was, was indifference.
Frowning slightly, she softly asked:
"Really?"
"That's certainly the case."
"Then I..."
"Mother, you wouldn't want your child to lose the Crown Prince's position, would you?"
Sima Ke continued to pile on.
"I..."
"In your child's opinion, the Green Envoy will soon be transferred back to the Capital. At that time..."
"But... what about His Majesty?"
Noble Consort Yang pursed her lips, still somewhat hesitant.
The last time could be overlooked, but if discovered, they would truly be doomed.
