Ye Yiheng lowered his eyes, then picked up the brush: "Disrespecting the old."
The Emperor pointed to himself in surprise: "Are you insulting me like this?"
Ye Yiheng did not reply.
The Emperor suddenly laughed: "If it were the common folk, which parent wouldn't urge their children to have offspring early?"
"You have so many sons and daughters, you should urge them first," Ye Yiheng said lightly.
"It's not the same." The Emperor laughed again, "And don't even mention Lai Ran, that old fellow, he's truly good-looking, and all his children are handsome. Beilan takes after him, with such looks, my grandson will surely be handsome."
Ye Yiheng lifted his eyelids to glance at the Emperor, then continued reviewing the petition.
The Emperor raised his hand: "Fine, fine, you're also good-looking." He pulled his chair closer to the desk, "You know, both you and Beilan are good-looking, the children you have will be very handsome."
