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“Your Majesty!”
Everyone went pale as they scrambled to stop Jin Ye.
At the front of the group, Eunuch Park followed closely, almost pleading.
“Your Majesty, there’s absolutely no need to go there...!”
Seoyeop, however, remained silent, watching Park’s frantic efforts with calm detachment.
He knew that even if Jin Ye were to see ‘the scene,’ it wouldn’t faze her.
Perhaps it would have been different decades earlier.
She was now the Emperor of Hwan, hardened to the soul after going through decades of hardships, to a degree where she was not literally unable to shed a single drop of tear—but it hadn’t always been that way.
As a young girl, Jin Ye had known how to cry, desperately seeking her father’s approval.
She had done everything to win his favor, only to fail time and time again.
And with each failure, frustration had driven her to tears.
「Seoyeop, how can I earn my Father’s love? He is not a woman, so I cannot give him flowers...」
「...That is...」
