The Eldest Prince in my memory was gentle and elegant, often wearing a smile on his face, without a trace of a prince's airs. But this Weirdo before me, with his irritable temperament, would pick fights at the slightest disagreement - the Elder found it hard to believe he was the Eldest Prince.
Moreover, this person before me had neither hands nor feet. If he truly were the Eldest Prince, what kind of human tragedy could have befallen him? The Elder dared not imagine, it was too terrifying, and he felt distressed for his Master.
The Weirdo laughed softly, a laugh filled with desolation. After laughing for a while, he stopped and said, "After parting with you at the Dead Hall back then, I returned to the Imperial Palace. As soon as I entered, Consort De had someone summon me. I never expected that the always considerate Consort De would set me up, hehe…."
