Now that Jiang Ying has passed away, Xiao Xingyuan couldn't help but feel lost when recalling the past. "Prince Yong couldn't go out for too long. He would be dragged back by the Empress Dowager after a few days. The two of them would fight each other, and at the crucial moment, Prince Yong would disappear and return to the palace. After this happened many times, Brother Jiang couldn't forget him, and the two of them inexplicably developed feelings for each other."

"As for Prince Yong, since he was born, no one has ever paid attention to his mind. His thoughts are wildly imaginative, and he can think of things that others cannot. He is also full of a sense of justice. He dared to do anything while following the late emperor. He has offended many people, sat on the dragon throne, stepped on the late emperor's face, and pulled the late emperor's beard. Alas."

He sighed deeply, “Unfortunately, the late emperor’s passing changed the fate of many people, including the unruly Prince Yong. The late emperor spoiled him too much, which is why the Empress Dowager is now so timid and cautious.”

Huo Baichuan felt a chill in his heart. How quiet could a daughter born to such parents be? He exhaled a breath of stale air, stood up, dusted off his robes, and prepared to leave.

Xiao Xingyuan did not try to stop him and continued playing the unfinished game of chess. After Huo Baichuan had walked away, he murmured, "Even a poor family can have rifts when dividing the family property, let alone the royal family that has the whole country."

After saying that, he placed a chess piece down and added, "Men are also prone to jealousy."

Huo Baichuan left the Xiao residence but did not return to his own home. Instead, he walked slowly toward the palace. He did not have a folding fan in his hand. Under the blazing sun, large beads of sweat flowed from his black hair, and his thin clothes were already soaked.

The ever-ethereal Young Master Huo rarely makes a fool of himself like this.

An official passing by greeted him, but he didn't hear him, seemingly lost in thought about something very important.

The length of a road depends on whether the person walking is in the right state of mind. What was originally an extremely long road, Huo Baichuan felt, was that after leaving the Xiao residence, he looked up and saw the high palace walls.

"What am I doing here?" he muttered to himself, but his steps did not stop, and soon he appeared at the Cining Palace.