As soon as the Regent King's Consort arrived, she brought up past events, peeling away the layers of his wounds that were about to heal. Each word was like a sharp knife, stabbing him mercilessly.
Perhaps these wounds would never heal in his lifetime.
But the arrival of the Regent King's Consort did indeed provide him an opportunity for a complete turnaround.
At times, he was truly grateful to the Regent King and the Regent King's Consort for their support and favor.
But now things had come to this, he never would have thought that this matter would somehow involve his elder sister!
His sister's frail, pale face, devoid of color, kept flashing in his mind.
He was unwilling to drag his sister into this quagmire, for no one in this world was as tolerant of him as she was.
And no one would support him unconditionally or believe in him unconditionally.
His sister was the light of his life, and no matter what happened to him, he knew he still had her.
But... what had he done?
