When the late Emperor was lingering on the Dragon Couch, what was Emperor Chu's mood?
There was a trace of confusion, panic, reluctance, adoration, relief, and just a bit of excitement, finally all turned into grief. The man he called father would never open his eyes to look at him again.
But these, Emperor Chu certainly wouldn't elaborate. He simply said, "Naturally, the mood is one of deep sorrow; after all, that is closest family bond."
Song Zhiyuan twitched his lips, with a slight hint of desolation in his eyes, and changed the topic, talking about the arrangements for the Longevity Festival.
Emperor Chu's complexion turned somewhat unsightly; "If it weren't for considering the Empress Dowager, I wouldn't want to hold the Longevity Festival this year. There's no news from Cui Changxiao yet."
