Of course, Ming Lingyi saw no issue with Li Yan's handling of the situation. She only felt a pang in her heart to think that someone so young had to deal with the old foxes of the imperial court.
"So our Little Huachao has already become this capable," Ming Lingyi said, her eyes filled with tenderness as she stroked Li Yan's slightly chubby cheek.
He was only a five-year-old boy. She couldn't imagine how much he must have gone through to remain so calm while handling such matters, to become her pillar of support.
When Li Yan heard that his mother had no intention of blaming him, a huge smile instantly spread across his face.
"It was nothing, really. Father-Emperor says I still need to work harder," Li Yan said with a serious expression.
His tutor had told him that one must be modest. He wanted to leave the best possible impression on his mother.
Little did he know, those words earned his Father-Emperor another black mark in Ming Lingyi's book.
