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It wasn't just Zhao Dun who was melancholic!
After leaving the main hall, Zhao Yuanlang stood still with silent steps, looked up at the sky, and forced the tears that had reached his eyes back inside.
Di Yelei appeared beside him soundlessly, neither speaking nor paying respects, as if he had never left.
"Back then I was still young, and the one I admired the most was my Elder Imperial Brother. He lived so boldly and willfully, so true to himself. Yet, under the supervision of my Concubine Princess Mother, I had to study the tedious art of governing in secrecy, day after day, and try harder to please the Father Emperor. I felt stifled, yet even more envious of him. He was the dream I pursued all my life."
Zhao Yuanlang seemed to be talking to himself, as though he was confiding to the little tree in front of him.
The eunuch Xiao standing by his side didn't make the slightest movement, still bent over with a bowed back, as if he hadn't heard a single word.
