Thunder

Honestly, what had she done? He shot her a displeased look, his hand subconsciously reaching out towards Qin Shi but then retracting. Did she think he hadn't noticed that?

Well, that was certainly true.

If Qin Shi lacked capability, she wouldn't have borne a son for a concubine before he married his own son, who was just six months older than her child.

Qin Shi remained remarkably composed. She didn't rush home when her two sons were in her care. Instead, she raised both boys until they reached the ages of 12 and 7.

By now, the boys had matured significantly, and the chances of manipulation were markedly diminished. The worry of this primary wife forcibly influencing her son wasn't something she needed to entertain.

Especially the eldest son of the concubine, who at 12, was poised to marry within a few years.

"Hehe!"

Rare were the women in the world more patient and calculating than she was.