Jiang Yue didn't know whether to be happy or worried.

After all, Zhou Ji doesn't seem quite normal right now. He looks normal at first glance, but his words are erratic and incoherent. If you look closely, there's a creepy, dark feeling about him.

Jiang Yue originally wanted to continue to annoy him, but looking at his handsome, pale face, she couldn't bear it.

But when you feel sorry for a man, you're really not far from your doom.

But it seems it doesn't matter, Jiang Yue thinks she probably succumbed to it willingly.

She cupped Zhou Ji's face in her hands, tilting her head back to meet his gaze. Her eyes were dark and clear, like washed jade, pure and innocent. She kept her word and never lied.

"Zhou Ji, all I can say is that I'll give it a try."

"Try to give you all my love."

Her voice grew softer and softer until the last few words were barely audible.

She loved many people: family, friends, and even the citizens of Jiang Kingdom whom she once held dear in her heart, but—

Those loves were different from the love she had for Zhou Ji.

As for where things are different, she couldn't express it clearly with her limited vocabulary.

Unlike Zhou Ji, the princess was not good at sweet talk. She was always a bit clumsy when it came to expressing her feelings. She tiptoed and tried her best to get closer to him. She took a deep breath and said to him generously, "I forgive you."

She spoke each word carefully and seriously; it wasn't just something she said in a fit of anger.

"I don't want to hate you anymore."

She reached out and gently touched his face. Her eyes slowly reddened and stung, and her throat tightened. She said, "Don't... don't be so insecure anymore. As long as you're sincere with me, I won't betray your sincerity."

These were the most beautiful words she could say.

After she finished speaking, she didn't dare to look at Zhou Ji's expression. This sudden confession of her feelings was somewhat inappropriate.

In a hurry, unexpectedly, right there in the courtyard, they spoke their hearts out.

Warm water droplets hit the back of her hand, and her heart skipped a beat, but she assumed she was imagining things.

How could there be tears?

She had never seen Zhou Ji cry.

…

The boy leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room, but no matter how hard he stretched his neck, he couldn't penetrate the tempered glass and peer outside.

His eyes were pressed against the glass window, staring intently in the direction of his father and mother. He could see them clearly, but he couldn't hear anything.

The boy suddenly turned to look at the butler and asked, "Are Father and Mother whispering to each other in private?"

The butler pondered for a moment: "It seems so."

The boy was a little unhappy: "Why? I didn't do anything to upset Mom today. Is there anything I can't hear?"

The butler told him, "There are always things that adults say that children shouldn't listen to."

The boy nodded, seemingly understanding, and asked, "Will I be able to hear it when I grow up?"

The butler thought for a moment and said, "Perhaps it is possible."

By then, the young master had developed the ability to stand on his own. He was no longer a fledgling living under someone's wings, but a powerful young eagle.

He can do many things that he couldn't do before.

He's still too young.

He was no match for his father, nor could he get anything from him, especially since that person was his father's favorite.

After listening to the butler's words, the boy thought for a long time. After a while, he raised his face and said seriously, "When I grow up, I will be able to protect my mother in place of my father."

When a young eagle grows into a mature eagle, it will have enough power to rival its father.

To be able to snatch everything from one's father and inherit everything from him.

Despite his young age, he is ambitious. He is already thinking about how to replace his father.

The butler listened to the young master's words and remained silent for a while before saying, "You will need to be strong enough when you grow up to do what you said."

If he wasn't strong enough, his father would still kick him away.

The boy raised his little face, extremely serious: "I will."

He will become very strong, extremely strong.

Zhou Ji was unaware that his son was already plotting to take his place, but even if he knew, it wouldn't matter. He would only think the son was overestimating himself, and he wouldn't take such a little brat seriously.

...

The production team didn't just place the cameras and then ignore them.

Staff will still come over during the day to communicate, as we can't use the camera lens for everything, since it's far less high-definition than the footage from a professional camera.

Jiang Yue was already used to facing the camera, and Zhou Ji was also quite comfortable with it; of course, he was never stage-frightened no matter what he was facing.

The production team is in a real dilemma: what to do with the precious young master of the Zhou family?

I was actually accidentally recorded a lot of footage.

The child is very clingy, especially his mother. Recently, the kindergarten had a long holiday, and the child obediently finished his homework at home before going to wake his mother up.

Regular and patient.

If we censor the images, the program will seem like a legal program.

So the producer, with a thick skin, asked Jiang Yue if her child could appear on screen. Of course, they assured her that there wouldn't be many shots of the child and that they would try to use shots without the child.

Jiang Yue thought for a moment, "I need to ask my son."

She is a very democratic mother; whether or not she can appear on camera depends on whether her children are willing.

Producer: "..."

Why did Jiang Yue's words sound so unreliable?!

The producer smiled at her, then turned to Zhou Ji, who seemed more decisive, and sought his opinion as well.

Zhou Ji: "Let's listen to Mrs. Zhou. Let her say whatever she wants."

The producer was conflicted. Are all wealthy people this careless? Is Jiang Yue actually the one with the highest status in this family?

Jiang Yue's relationship with her child is more like that of friends than mother and son.

When she told Zhou Zhengchu about it, he had just finished building the latest Lego set. He looked up, his face soft, white, and small, with delicate and adorable features and dark eyes. He said, "Mom, it's okay. I want everyone to see me with Mom."

He wanted to show off to the whole world that he had the best mother.

Before his mother liked him as much, he would feel sad, upset, and even reflect on himself. But when his father came home, he would bury his face in his father's arms, his eyes reddening before he could even speak. He would silently shed tears as he asked, "Why doesn't Mom like me?"

At that time, his father told him that it wasn't like that, that his mother didn't dislike him, that she was just still a bit immature.

The child attends class obediently and studies diligently every day. He flipped through his notebook and carefully looked up the meaning of the word "sensible".

He didn't quite understand at the time.

He only vaguely felt that his mother, like him, disliked him because she hadn't grown up.

That night, he pulled out an unused notebook from his drawer, tore off a page, and, under the lamplight, carefully wrote a line: "Chuchu will wait patiently, Mom, please don't dislike me."

He was a little younger then than he is now.

His handwriting wasn't very good, so he looked up each word in the dictionary and copied them down. If he made a mistake, he would tear out the page and rewrite it. He copied it several times and chose the one with the most beautiful handwriting.

He secretly slipped the carefully written note into his mother's palm while she was asleep.

Like a little thief, he carefully opened his mother's hand, afraid of waking her.

Before handing the note to his mother, he secretly showed it to his father. His father simply patted his head and said that he had written it very well.

Zhou Zhengchu now realizes that his father really wasn't lying to him back then, and that his mother really just hadn't grown up yet.