Luya put his clothes in order and looked up to meet Carolina's gaze.

"Do you regret it?" she asked.

"I have no right to regret."

Carolina stared at her daughter intently.

"Ann, if you are not strong enough, you will not be able to protect the people you love."

At this moment, the empress of the empire stood before her future heir, shedding her indifference and seriousness, leaving only the patience and concentration of a mother.

"This so-called strength isn't determined by praise or the love of the people. It's a cruel and objective fact that won't change with anyone's approval, even if that person is your parent."

"You are my eldest daughter, the legitimate heir to the imperial throne, and the first in line to the throne. I can hand over power to you at any time, but are you ready?"

"Are you ready to protect your country, your people, and your family?"

The air seemed to freeze, and even breathing became cautious.

Shen Lu also asked Carolina this question.

Back then, the sinner who had already decided to be exiled to the sea of ​​life held his wife's tear-stained face and asked patiently:

Are you ready?

[If not, we can wait a little longer... I'll wait with you...]

Shen Lu's voice was extremely weak.

He knew it was the only thing he could do for his lover.

Perhaps, at that time, he would rather Carolina told him: [No]

But Carolina wiped away her tears and nodded solemnly.

A drop of rain fell from the sky, followed by the second drop, the third drop... and hit the eaves, breaking the silence.

Carolina turned slowly and looked out the high window.

It's raining.

Messiah rains half the year.

Both An and Chen Que's pheromones have a damp smell.

This taste is inherited from their father.

Chenlu's pheromone is like dew with the scent of grass, fragile and short-lived, disappearing after the morning.

Is incompetence a sin?

It may not be a sin for others, but for Chen Lu, it is a sin.

The empire suffered repeated defeats in the Zerg swarms, and the people were in turmoil. The blind people were frantically trying to find an outlet to vent their anger and take responsibility for all the guilt.

Internal turmoil is far more terrifying than external enemies.

——This emperor cannot lead us to victory.

This sentence was like a curse, like billions of cancer cells, forming a terrifying tumor on the lifeline of the empire.

——He must be replaced!

——His decisions have always been wrong!

——The empire will surely be destroyed in his hands!

—Exile! He should be exiled to the sea of ​​life! Responsible for all this!

Shen Lu was not a powerful emperor.

He was unable to turn the tide of the war and save his people and his empire.

All he could do was bear the blame filled with anger and despair, and leave new hope to the next queen who would be more popular.

Leave it to Carolina.

This is his significance as emperor.

As the rain grew heavier, someone knocked on the bedroom door.

"Your Majesty, Commander Feng wants to see you. It's so late... Look..."

Carolina glanced at Luya, then turned around and continued to look at the rain outside the window.

"Your people are here to pick you up."

A silver curtain of rain had hung outside the gorgeous tall windows, and a layer of mist covered the window glass.

The pouring rain seemed to wash away all the sins of the night.

Carolina didn't mention the recording or the league. She just looked at the rain and told Luya that it was late and he could go to bed.

Lu Ya was silent for a while and stood up again.

She smoothed her messy hair, walked carefully to the high window, and knelt on one knee in front of Carolina.

"Can I spare you a moment?" Her voice cut through the patter of rain. "I have something I want to discuss with you."

"About Chu Yang."