Ji Shan didn't care about anyone else as he cried heartily. He wanted to cry. And wanted to let out his pain.
Long Chen, Mingyu, and Zhiqing stood in the back, feeling sad for Ji Shan. He was a good guy, but he couldn't even cry to his heart's content. He was keeping so many emotions bottled up inside him.
The Emperor hastily commanded his ministers to leave to give his son more privacy.
"Shan'er, what happened? Tell me, did someone hurt you?" He asked the boy.
"Father, I... I don't know what is happening. I feel so weak. I couldn't protect anyone. I couldn't save them," Ji Shan muttered weakly as he kept crying.
He slowly told his entire story to his father, making even him feel a pang in his heart.
The Emperor didn't know how to console his son. He went through so much in life.
"Don't worry about anything. You're at home. No one will hurt you. No one will take anything from you. You're my son. I'll kill whoever dares to hurt you," the Emperor told Long Chen, sighing.
