Jiang Wuhua showed no sign of envy, only quietly said, "The Eleventh had a turbulent life, so it's inevitable for the Imperial Father to show him more affection. While he was alive, I did not contend with him. Now that he is gone, there's even less to dispute."
The Queen sighed and gently brushed Jiang Wuhua's locks from his forehead, "He constantly shows compassion to this one and that one. When will he show you more? You are his own flesh and blood, the Crown Prince of Daqi. You were born late and didn't accompany him through the most difficult times; is that your fault? Is it your fault to have the care of your mother? You are already so excellent, so faultless. Why is he so harsh with you?"
