Two sons—both seemed to have been ruined under her care. If she were to raise a grandson, would the outcome be the same?
Although she had her own thoughts on the matter, she couldn't let her son shirk responsibility entirely. The people who needed to be apprehended must be dealt with, especially since the Central Imperial Country was in tumultuous times.
"Mother, you're being modest."
The Ninth Prince's lips twitched slightly, sensing that his mother was merely making excuses.
Actually, his mother's teachings were more than decent. At least, he—raised at her knee—was not led astray. As for the Emperor, he had been raised by the former Emperor himself, growing up surrounded by ambition from an early age.
Ultimately, it wasn't the same.
"It's not modesty. What I said is simply the truth," the Empress Dowager shook her head.
