Rong Jing paid no attention to Gu Lan, who had fallen to the ground. He sat back on the White Jade Dragon Chair, clutching his head, and let out a painful, suppressed howl.
The three shadows beside him made no reaction, as if they were long accustomed to their master's occasional madness.
Rong Jing trembled as he raised his head. In his blurred vision, he saw himself from over a decade ago.
He also saw the young Rong Heng from that time.
That day was Wu's birthday.
Inside the Yongming Palace, the lights were blazing brightly. The familiar dark-golden Taotie Incense Tripod was placed in the center of the grand hall. The opulent and luxurious decorations around, the phoenix robe, the gold hairpins, all highlighted the noble status of the Queen.
As the Crown Prince, Rong Jing respectfully kneeled before Su Xinyu, who was still the Empress, his head lowered, hiding the dark emotions in his eyes.
Beside him and Su Xinyu stood Prime Minister Su Wenzhong.
