"Ye'er has grown up." The visitor stretched out a broad, gentle hand, tenderly stroking Xi Ye's head, very gentle, yet without warmth. Xi Ye was still seriously trying to feel this unprecedented experience—was being petted by Father like this? Is this how it is?
Then he heard the voice above his head say, "Ye'er is grown, it's time to make Ye'er's mother the Empress."
Xi Ye was stunned, and for some reason, the tears from his left eye suddenly began to fall.
"After the Empress is established, it's also time to make Ye'er the Crown Prince, and Ye'er will be the new Emperor. Ye'er, do you want to be the Crown Prince?"
For some reason, the tears from both eyes were out of control, like beads off a string, continuously falling down.
Uncle Five said, men should not shed tears lightly; Uncle Five said, even if a man suffers much, he has to swallow down his broken teeth; Uncle Five said, a man should be as steady as a mountain... Uncle Five said... Uncle Five said...
