Yet, Wu Chengsi remained oblivious, still immersed in his own world, suddenly bursting into laughter again.
Ever since he was placed under house arrest, he had become like this, constantly drinking, continuously drinking, his mind in a daze, sometimes lucid, sometimes behaving almost insanely, many times not seeming to hear when spoken to.
Perhaps he did hear but simply chose not to listen, chose not to see, chose not to know.
From childhood, countless people had intentionally or unintentionally told him that he was the legitimate heir to the Imperial Household, the most rightful successor to the Great Qian Land, destined to become the Emperor's son, inheriting the vast territories of Da Qian.
Over the years, the position of the Emperor's son had practically become his obsession, or rather, his "inner demon." He had always assumed it to be his rightful destiny that he would surely become the Emperor's son.
