She sat down as requested. Yan Sihan leaned against the head of the bed, his black hair partially covering his forehead, giving him an air of lazy elegance that couldn't disguise the innate nobility in his bearing.
"Prince," she furrowed her brows. Just moments ago, she had been angry, but now she was mostly heartbroken.
She knew full well that Yan Sihan's concerns were for the sake of Great Nan, for the peace and prosperity of the people, and for her to remain carefree.
However, the person on the throne now would not be able to hold onto power after all. The lands of Great Nan were not something Yan Anzhi could retain.
The current stability was only due to Yan Sihan controlling the military and the finances of Great Nan. Otherwise, the emperor would have long been devoured by the wolves below, with not even a bone remaining.
Yet, how long could such stability last?
