In Xingde Palace, Zhao Yao sat in the courtyard, propping his face with his hand, staring blankly at the moon in the night sky, occasionally letting out a sigh.
"Sigh..."
Tong Xi saw Zhao Yao looking troubled and asked with concern, "Your Highness, what's the matter with you? You keep sighing. Did something happen?"
"I just feel that Second Uncle's words..." Zhao Yao smiled bitterly, "I want to refute Second Uncle's words, but I can't refute them."
Tong Xi asked curiously, "What did General He say to you that troubles you so? Your Highness, you're usually carefree, hardly bothered by anything for long."
"Tong Xi, do you think the Imperial Family really lacks fatherly and brotherly affection?"
"Huh?" Tong Xi was taken aback by Zhao Yao's question, "Your Highness, of course there is. Isn't there fatherly affection between you and His Majesty? And brotherly affection with Prince Chu and Prince Wei?"
