At this moment, Ye Chuxuan's appearance was strikingly beautiful, his demeanor ethereal as if detached from the mundane. He did not face Chengming as the Great Li Emperor; an emperor should command respect without anger, should be majestic. He faced an old friend as an old friend.
"At that time, our minds were full of visions."
Chengming shook his head, "No. Only my mind was full of visions. And you, you had long thought of how to cut off the path of the Imperial Dynasty. Ye Chuxuan, during the years in Shilong Lane, I wondered why you became like this. At first, I thought it was the identity of the Great Li Emperor that changed you. Later I realized, you never changed; you have always been this way."
"In what way?" Ye Chuxuan asked with a smile.
"In your eyes, there is only yourself. Everything around you is just a step for you. Friends, family, ministers, the people... the dragon throne is your step, even Great Li is just your step." Chengming looked at him calmly.
