She Tells a Story to a Little Dragon

Back then, Grace didn't give Tenner much money.

Tenner replied, "It was all paid upfront, in one go. The remaining money, I didn't return to you—I gave it to Hope, and added it to the household expenses!"

Hope manages the household expenses here.

"Oh?" Grace asked. "So how much did they charge?"

"Two taels."

"Two taels?" Grace was puzzled. "Two taels of what? Celestial Spirit Jade?"

"Two taels of silver."

"Two taels of silver? For such a detailed report, they only wanted two taels of silver? And we even became VIP clients?"

"Yeah..." Tenner said. "When I went there, the place was super quiet. Maybe it's their way of attracting business."

"So cheap... It's almost scary..."

That Mr. Wang Eight could investigate Ms. Rachel Zhang so thoroughly—if someone else came to dig into her and Felix Xi, could they be just as thorough?

Grace looked at the dossier in her hand, so detailed it even listed the exact dates of Ms. Rachel Zhang's period. She felt a wave of crisis...

Drake Abyss.

The Celestial Empress's birthday was coming up, and the Celestial Emperor had emerged from seclusion.

He summoned Evan Xiao and asked him a question.

"You said before that you'd bring Lady Ehuang's daughter and your son up here. So why hasn't anything happened yet?"

Evan Xiao's eyes narrowed. "Son?"

"Yeah! Wasn't it you who told me you already have a son?"

Evan Xiao paused for a moment and said, "Something came up. Maybe in a few days."

"Your mother is at it again, picking out new brides for you!" The Celestial Emperor looked at him helplessly. "My ears are about to get calluses from all her nagging!"

Evan Xiao smiled, "Alright! I've got a few things on my plate lately, but I'll handle it when I'm free."

"Mm." The Celestial Emperor nodded.

Leon Zane hadn't told him that he and Chloe Zhu already had a child.

Chloe Zhu hadn't mentioned it either.

So, he went to find Chloe Zhu again.

It was night again when he snuck invisibly into her room.

And saw her lying on her side on the bed, telling a story to a little dragon.

"...So it was festival time, and a newlywed couple didn't know the complicated holiday rituals. The husband told his wife to go spy on the neighbor, the blacksmith, to see how they celebrated.

The wife peeked through the window and saw the blacksmith beating his wife! When she got home, her husband asked what she'd seen, but she wouldn't say. Finally, the husband got so mad he punched her. She cried, 'If you already knew, why did you send me to look?'"

At this, she burst out laughing.

The little dragon laughed so hard he tumbled right into her arms.

The little dragon looked exactly like he did as a child—he must be his son.

Evan Xiao watched the mother and son, gritting his teeth.

What kind of nonsense is she telling their son?

He straightened up and appeared coolly.

He thought for sure she'd be thrilled.

But instead, Grace just glanced at him and asked, half-heartedly, "Isn't this the illustrious, always-busy Crown Prince? How do you have time to come down here?"

She'd been in danger, even biting the dragon scales, and he hadn't come to save her.

So why was he here now?

To check if she was dead?

Evan Xiao's face darkened as he looked at Ray. "Is he my son?"

Grace stuffed Ray under the covers, watching him warily. "What do you want?"

"Why didn't you tell me we had a child?"

Grace sat up, frowning at him. "Yes! He's your son! What, are you here to take him away?"