It seems that with Concubine Jin as his mother, his childhood must not have been very easy.
Thinking this, Jiang Ning picked up a pastry and handed it to him, asking, "How was it at the Imperial Mausoleum?"
"Why do you suddenly ask about that?"
"Just concerned about you."
"Really?"
"Just look at your distrustful expression."
"You don't like this prince, so suddenly being concerned about me is not strange?"
"Caring and liking are two different things."
"It was good."
"What?"
"The Imperial Mausoleum."
"Now when you speak, you sound like Gucheng." Jiang Ning glanced at Gucheng.
Gucheng, dressed in black, his slim figure like a black shadow, was as quiet as if he didn't exist.
Li Hongyuan said, "Gucheng is better than this prince."
Jiang Ning laughed, "You don't have to belittle yourself like that."
It was hard to believe that the famed Prince of Yu, known since the age of twelve, was comparing himself to the orphaned Imperial Guard from a servant's household.