The Years I Spent Raising My Son in Ancient Times

Scene One: “Mama, I'm a boy! How can I wear girls' clothes?” the little dumpling protested, puffing up his cheeks.

“Son, Mama really wants a soft, adorable daughter who can wear the same little outfits as me.”

“But I'm a boy!”

“Son, just say yes this once~ Once Mama finds you a handsome daddy, we'll have another baby, a soft, adorable little sister who'll call you big brother every day!”

“Can't you have one with Father?”

“Your father can't!” the woman replied firmly to the little dumpling.

“Why can't Father?”

“Because your father just can't!” Outside the courtyard wall, the prince they were talking about looked as black as a lump of coal.

Scene Two: “Miss! The prince is about to take another legal wife. How can you be so relaxed?” Xiaocui looked at the woman reclining on a chaise longue as if she couldn't believe her.

“Xiaocui, you're still young. You don't understand!”

“Your princess consort has looks, money, and a great figure, plus a clever, adorable, well-behaved son. I don't have to wait on that dog of a man, and he even has to pay me a monthly allowance.”

“Think about it! I can go out and flirt with handsome young men every day, and when I get tired of one, I can find another! How wonderful.”

Prince Rui rushed out of the courtyard and smashed the stone table with one punch. This woman! She really thought that way!