"Fight, struggle. The struggle of the imperial sons, without struggle, how would there be a good show? Why should I, back in the day, have had to toil bitterly, almost losing my life to succeed, while you all hope to ascend so easily?"
"I don't care. As long as I am alive, none of you should think of winning so easily."
Emperor Longchang murmured to himself, seemingly very excited and proud of his own schemes. After all, he was already old, possessing the freedom to do as he pleased.
Old Yao, who was serving by his side, lowered his head, dripping with cold sweat. The heart of the emperor was indeed hard to comprehend.
...
Amidst the chaos in the Upper Capital City,
Ping'an Town remained like a utopia, untouched by worldly matters.
The children ate when they should, studied when they needed to, and got disciplined when they had to. They lived happily and grew up blissfully.
