Xie Jianshen remained gloomy ever since he returned from Golden Dragon Palace.
The Emperor sent some gifts to Shuiran Palace, literally peace offerings, which Xie Jianshen did not return but also refused to take a look at.
Alphas.
All alphas were despicable.
Their brains were not inside their skulls but in their pants.
Xie Jianshen glared at the innocent scroll of white paper in front of him. Today was the day he practiced his painting skills, but his heart and mind were somewhere else.
Xie Jianshen let out a deep, sorrowful sigh.
When he got pregnant and then gave birth to Jiang Muchen, his mother was there to accompany him the entire time.
Just what went through his mother's mind the entire time?
She was probably wallowing in self-deprecation.
Hating her unfaithful husband.
Hating herself for her inability to give birth to a second son on the spot.
