The emperor only has eyes for you. You are his son. Aren’t I and my other brothers his sons?

Why are you born to be so high and mighty that you can be worshipped by all? You don't even have to fight for it, but you can get what I have worked so hard to get?"

Yinzhi even felt a little aggrieved as he spoke.

He was about to get married, and his future depended on his brother's mood. If Yinreng opposed his joining the Ministry of War, he believed that the emperor would replace the office he was in without hesitation.

Hearing the grievance in Yinzhi's tone, Yinreng quietly clenched his hands into fists behind his back, and suddenly he also had the desire to talk.

"My life seems to have been molded into what everyone expects it to be from the very beginning. Every step I take, there are thousands of eyes watching me closely.

They stood on the commanding heights and imposed their ideas on me, telling me what I could and could not do. The palace maids and eunuchs around me had to be replaced every two months, and I repeated the same life day after day.

They told me to be restrained, to be polite, and to obey the emperor's orders. Even if I wanted to eat a few more bites of my favorite food, I would be repeatedly advised against it.

Yinreng lowered his eyes, his face also showing a bit of loneliness.

"No one has ever asked me if I want a life like this. Everyone thinks I should be content, and I am indeed content... The things you envy were all given by the Emperor. I can't give them up just because I don't want them."

"There has never been any so-called hatred between you and me. The conflict between you and me is just because you want to fight for your own interests, and the emperor happened to give them to me. If you want it, go to the emperor and fight for it."