The sedan chair proceeded at a leisurely pace.
Zhao'er sat in his Imperial Father's lap. Unlike Xie Sheng, he wasn't afraid of the Emperor. While others saw Xie Che as the Venerable Emperor who held the power of life and death, Jiang Xian trusted that he would never kill his own son. If she didn't believe he possessed at least a shred of humanity and a moral compass, she would have been adamant about using contraception, even if it meant being constantly criticized for being favored yet childless.
In fact, within the harem, Xie Che was a relatively soft-hearted man, lenient with women and children.
Harem politics were best left to the adults.
And so, she didn't have Zhao'er try to ingratiate himself with the Emperor.
She let him act as any child would with an ordinary father.
"I know."
"If you knew, then why lie? You've never been one to forget old lessons after learning new ones."
