Song Zhiyuan exited the Imperial Palace and sighed softly.
Emperor Chu was getting older, and inevitably he succumbed to the emperor's ailment: suspicion.
Especially now that the Crown Prince had reached adulthood and begun selecting a consort. After the Crown Prince's wedding next year, this ailment of suspicion would likely become more severe.
Hardly a surprise; who would be willing to give up the seat of power and the exhilarating pleasure of commanding from the summit? Even if the other party was one's own son, it was no exception.
Song Zhiyuan sighed again.
...
In Yangxin Hall, Emperor Chu inquired of Eunuch Zhou, "Do you also feel that I am becoming more capricious?"
