In a thin, purple robe, Da Ban's head lowered. His voice was steady. "Your Highness, you are the heir to the throne, and these shouldn't be the concerns of an heir."
The voice of the Young Emperor suddenly rose. "Then what should I be concerned about, the internecine struggles among the Princes?"
He fell silent, then spoke after a moment. "I cannot dictate Your Highness's judgment, but Your Highness should consider the future."
"Fine, I understand," the Young Emperor replied impatiently, a hint of loneliness in his eyes.
Jian Wushuang continued, "Your Highness, do not overly rely on Jian Wushuang. You should be aware that he does not depend on you. He has his own purpose, and I believe he won't be bound by any celestial constraints. Once he finds his own path, he will not be far from leaving."
Unable to contain himself any longer, the Young Emperor exclaimed, "Enough, leave!"
