Late night.
On the winding paths within the palace.
Yuan Jinghua carried a sobering soup in one hand and rubbed his temples with the other, still a bit unsteady on his feet.
"Ah... I'm really envious of my cousin; I can tell mom and Aunt Zhou both care for him deeply."
"As for me, my uncle doesn't care, and grandma doesn't love me; even making a noise while eating gets me scolded."
"But after today's interaction, my relationship with my cousin seems to have progressed."
Though he was complaining, he was actually quite happy.
Improving his relationship with Sun Zhe, and having Sun Zhe's support when he ascends the throne—how could he not be happy?
Not to mention that Sun Zhe himself is the youngest in history to reach the Spirit Gathering Realm; just the backing of Qingcheng Palace alone would ensure his future stable reign.
"I wonder if my cousin has woken up."
"Forget it, I should just deliver this sobering soup to him first."
