Thus, the relationship between Mu Shaoling and Chengcheng, which had just eased a little, instantly reverted back. Whenever Little Chengcheng saw Mu Shaoling, he would turn his head away. As for calling him "Dad," that was out of the question. There was a time when silver could get him to say "Dad," but now, not even a hundred taels of gold would make him look your way.
Getting off the carriage, the first thing that came into view were the two giant lions at the entrance of Prince An's Mansion. These lions were not something just anyone could display; only families ranked Duke and above could have them.
"Wow, mom! Is this the mansion we saw last time?" Yangyang's eyes widened. It looked completely different.
"Of course it is. It took mom quite a bit of silver to renovate it," Yang Chuxia thought to herself. The mansion had cost her nearly twenty thousand taels of silver. If someday the Emperor whimsically stripped her son of his princely title, she would cry her heart out.