He had not understood why the whole thing ended up being terrible, yet the moment he saw the Empress Dowager, one clear idea suddenly hit him.
It had been the Empress Dowager. It had always been his mother.
He was the King, and he should be informed about what happened in and out of the court. He should be in charge of everything and the Empress Dowager had no right to conceal anything from him.
If it had not been the Empress Dowager who was involved with the whole matter, he would have had a better idea of what was going on. And he would have had a better way to make the arrangements.
The King squinted and bellowed with teeth clenched. "Mother, are you aware that I am the King, and you are not in the position to make decisions for me! Why are you concealing everything from me?"
The King had become furious, but that was something the Empress Dowager had expected.
It was her own son, and she was very aware of what he was like.
