Great Chu Imperial Palace, facing the several corpses that had just been carried away, Emperor Yongye sat withered on the dragon throne.
Beside Emperor Yongye, Li Qing also had swollen red eyes.
"Emperor, please restrain your grief."
Emperor Yongye remained silent, yet there were no tears in his eyes, for his tears, I fear, had long been dried up.
He had not expected that within just a few days, his princes would engage in a heart-wrenching struggle for the position of Crown Prince, nor had he anticipated that they would kill each other. In the end, even the Second Prince, who did not partake in the fight, met with a violent death.
"Li Qing, tell me, is this retribution for me?"
There was an endless melancholy in Emperor Yongye's voice.
Once upon a time, he ascended the throne full of vigor, but now, because of this throne, he ended up in a situation where his family was ruined and his people were gone.
"Emperor, you still have the Seventh Prince and the Ninth Prince, and…"
