Zhu Youjian was genuinely happy, and this was no feigned sentiment.
He had achieved what many had not—accepting his own mediocrity, understanding that at best, he was material for a prince, utterly unsuited to being an emperor.
With this realization, his mind eased and his body grew corpulent. Even if someone approached him in secret, plotting something, he would report them without hesitation.
Having spent many years in the Central Capital, he had embraced the thought system dominated by the Han Family, so naturally, he was pleased with this situation.
"Has the Grand Duke heard this news?"
"No."
"I'll tell him myself."
In the outskirts of the Central Capital lay the Eternal Happiness Palace, a warm retreat in winter and a cool haven in summer, now the resting place for Grand Emperor Xu Guangting.
Adjacent to mountains and rivers, it was a haven of comfort.
