Zhao Zongshi continued walking forward as if he hadn't heard anything, and then said softly: "My son has... been coughing blood for half a year."

Zhao Yun stopped his steps suddenly. He never expected that this would happen.

But Zhao Zongshi continued to walk: "My son really sometimes thinks, why me? Why not someone else? Why can't I be the ordinary son of a county prince, just like Shiro, just like Liulang, just like Shishilang?

Or be lustful and greedy, or be idle, or read and write, relaxed and freehand, wouldn't it be pleasant?"

Zhao Yunrang remained silent,

Zhao Zongshi talked more and more: "This is really tormenting. I need to worry every day and even all the time whether the official family will have an heir. What should I do if there is an heir? Fight or not fight? Fight for it.

How to fight? What if we don’t fight?”

"Give up?"

"It's good to give up!"

"I feel comfortable giving up. But in the official family, he has no heirs. He has always had no heirs. Since he has no heirs, I can't help but covet and fantasize about it. After all, it is the throne!"

"The throne..."

"Who doesn't want to sit for a while?"

Zhao Yun paused slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything. He just watched Zhao Zongshi jump over him, continued to walk forward, and continued to mutter to himself: "Then, I learned about Zhao Shi's existence."

"To be honest, at that moment, I was so jealous that I wanted to kill him, but..."

"Do you know?"

Zhao Zongshi stopped and looked up at the eaves where the sparks were still falling: "What followed was a sense of relief, an unprecedented sense of ease. I finally didn't have to worry about whether a person who was not my father would take the throne.

After passing it on to me, I can finally sleep soundly and have a good night's sleep, and finally don't have to torture myself in that uncertain swing."

"Because of Zhao Shi."

"Because he has lived to adulthood."

"I... can finally be myself freely."

"yes!"

Zhao Yunrang walked to Zhao Zongshi and looked up at the falling stars on the eaves: "I once had the same sense of relief as you."

Zhao Zongshi was startled,

He turned to look at Zhao Yunrang, but...

What I saw was not relief,

But...

ferocious!

"but……"

"The throne."

"it……"

"It's the throne."

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I wish you all a Happy New Year.
Chapter completed!