But now, for what reason?
Emperor Quan's eyes were filled with tenderness as he gently lowered his head, his hands resting on her shoulders, and he pressed her to sit down on a chair padded with cushions. After a moment's gaze and a sigh, he lowered his voice.
"I dislike him, but I like you."
Zhan Se was somewhat uncomfortable with his constant expression of feelings.
However, she understood what he meant.
Was he trying to say that for her sake, he was willing to accommodate her family?
Before she could respond, Little Thirteen, overhearing this, excitedly sidled up close, his little face beaming with eagerness and trying to be cute.
"Mama, Mama, Thirteen likes you too, both Father and I like you."
Zhan Se smiled helplessly, wrapping an arm around him and giving him a kiss on the forehead.
"Good boy, Mama likes you too."