Throwing tantrums after another. If crying doesn't work then hanging himself.
But Jiang Liu's elder brother still wouldn't look.
If being complicated does work, then try clinging and then distracting. Maybe, just maybe, if you show enough of yourself, they turn to look at you too. Maybe they'll allow you in if you're lucky enough.
Ah, but his brother still wouldn't.
Jiang Liu was born after his brother and so has been following his back for all he remembered. He watched that back all the time, unable to catch up and a sense of lost growing each passing time.
Books that were enough to bury his tiny self.
Endless lessons that are enough to bleed the ears.
Posture not allowed to slack, shoulders must remain upright, the plate cannot make any sound, logic before feelings.
Knowing how to be a good emperor before knowing how to be human.
Having a path before even having your dreams.
And their mother consort claiming it was out of love.
