In fact, little Lin Yuze didn't understand all that much, but having been instilled with many such thoughts, the Lin Yuze of now had learned a lot.
Lin Yuze nodded firmly, "Yeah, Mom, I know. Don't worry, when I grow up, I will definitely marry Bei Bei and bring her back."
Qian Jiafeng was deeply moved as she hugged Lin Yuze in her arms, her voice filled with emotion, "You really are Mom's good son. You haven't let Mom down." Qian Jiafeng closed her eyes, shedding two lines of moved tears.
Her status and position in the Lin family all depended on this son making a turnaround.
The little Lin Yuze, he bore too much, far too much.
Qian Jiafeng had even forgotten that Lin Yuze was just six years old this year. He was still a child, supposed to be carefree at this age, but he was mixed up in the adult world early on, losing the happiness he should've originally had.
The imperial palace.