If only Prince Yan had stood by her side, the Empress wouldn't have so forcefully taken away her three children.
The Princess Consort closed her eyes, her voice hoarse: "The Imperial College is filled with geniuses. If Cheng Ke and Cheng Zhen don't strive to improve, they'll inevitably be overshadowed by others. If they grow up with a reputation for being useless, where would that leave the dignity of Prince Yan's Mansion? As for Yao'er, those four old nannies can teach her whatever they please—it's none of my concern."
Ever since Li Yao had exposed the Princess Consort for withholding her meals in front of Prince Yan, the Princess Consort had grown increasingly disappointed in her daughter.
Raising a daughter who didn't side with her was no different from raising an ungrateful wretch.
Incense burned in the shrine as the Princess Consort slowly raised her eyes, fixing them on the merciful statue of the Buddha.
