The Emperor heard this and nodded his head in extreme satisfaction.
Hua Yan looked at the Emperor. Despite his frail physique, poor complexion, and signs of fatigue, the medicinal smell lingering on him, his eyes retained their clarity, which could be considered open-minded and wise. She couldn't help but think back to four hundred years ago when she first accompanied Crown Prince Huaiyu to meet his father, the Emperor. Those muddled eyes back then were worlds apart from what they were now.
In the history of Nanchu, which spanned over four hundred years, there had never been an inept ruler. Even though the current Emperor was frail, spending over half a year bedridden, he still held the welfare of the state in his heart, firmly stabilizing the land.
Yun Chi was extremely fortunate to have such a father.
Crown Prince Huaiyu hadn't been so lucky. Everything about him was unlucky, including meeting her…
