"Cancel? That would be a real shame, Chen'er finally got this opportunity."
The Emperor glanced coldly at the Empress: "You don't need to use me to suppress Xuan'er. In three days, I will let them compete fairly. Empress, don't have so many thoughts."
"As for Li'er, I have indeed wronged him all these years. But who can I blame? Watching him grow up day by day, I often have nightmares in the middle of the night, and I think of that scene from back then. His leg was crushed by a boulder, and there was a large patch of blood."
“I have so many outstanding princes, but Li’er’s disability reminds me that it is Heaven’s punishment for me, which is why it took his mother’s life and his leg. He is my own prince, but when I see his cold eyes, I am afraid to face him.”
This was the first time the Empress had heard the Emperor's true opinion of Yi Chenli.
Emperors can be ruthless and cruel; the emperor actually harbored such intentions towards the sixth prince.
The Empress comforted the Emperor, saying, "How could Heaven punish Your Majesty? It is Consort Shu who is unlucky, and Li'er who is unfortunate. It has nothing to do with Your Majesty."
The Emperor sighed and said, "I know I'm cruel, but I really can't love Li'er, I just can't!"
Outside the tent, Yi Chenli's eyes were pitch black, devoid of any color. He forcefully broke the bow and arrow in his hand in two.
Over the years, he had long since given up on his father. But he was still young, and without his mother, he would sometimes yearn for his father's love in his vulnerable moments. Yet, hearing the answer so bluntly today still left him disappointed.
Amidst the Emperor's repeated sighs, Yi Chenli pushed aside his wheelchair, turned, and left.
He felt foolish; he had just considered telling his father that even with his leg ailment, he could ride a horse. But now, there was really no need.
Those who cannot be kept will never be kept.
As long as he, this cripple, exists, his father will have nightmares. His father has so many sons, and he is the one who has always been abandoned.
Sometimes he would naively think that even without legs, as long as he studied hard and practiced his skills diligently, he could still gain everyone's approval. Even if his father didn't like him, at least he could get some encouragement.
Sadly, the only hope Yi Chenli held in his heart was nothing but a pipe dream, a luxury he couldn't afford.
Yi Chenli felt a bone-chilling cold creep up from his feet, so cold that his heart felt almost frozen. In the cold, he saw pairs of eyes that looked at him with pity, disdain, and hatred.
He thought he wouldn't feel any pain, but he still felt suffocated by the suppressed emotions, almost unable to breathe.
This archery tournament extinguished the tyrant's last shred of hope for family affection, turning it into nothingness.
From then on, the expectation of family affection was no longer a reason for his weakness. In the shadows, he watched the wind in the training ground stir up the dust on the ground, which also completely shattered his fragmented dreams.
It was rare for Yi Chenli to be so downcast; at this moment, he made no attempt to hide it, letting all his negative emotions show.
He performed exceptionally well in archery today, and many girls secretly took note of him. A few bold girls were waiting at the intersection to cheer him on.
Seeing his gloomy and terrifying appearance in the wheelchair, the girls were a little intimidated: "How scary!"
The girl was too scared to approach him and scattered in a panic.
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