He believed that whether as an Emperor or as a father, he had done his best. But why, in the end, was this still the result?
Is the throne really above everything else?
"Brother, the past is past. In the future, everything will get better." Su Yaogeng didn't know what else to say. The world is sometimes like this; just because you give doesn't mean you'll get something in return. There are so many people who are ungrateful, repaying kindness with enmity.
The human heart is the coldest thing in this world.
Yet, simultaneously, it is the warmest.
The Emperor sighed: "Enough, enough. I am too greedy, always hoping that everything can go as I wish. The children have grown up; I can't control them anymore, can't control them!"
"What is Brother saying? Aren't there still the second, third, fourth, and fifth ones? They are still quite filial, and there are also those princesses. Let them come and spend time with you more often." Su Yaogeng consoled.
