Therefore, Consort Ning's fate was sealed from the very beginning.
Zhao Cong gave a wry smile.
True parental love should be like the love parents show to Feng'er: allowing him to do what is appropriate for his age, strictly supervising his studies on the surface, but also playing with him in the yard without any sense of propriety.
That's why Feng'er likes Lin Qingwan so much, even though she has no ulterior motives.
"I have failed your mother and your maternal grandfather."
"The Ning family has been by my side for many years, and I... am confused."
It was rare for the emperor to bow his head to Zhao Cong, even if it was just an apology to shirk responsibility.
Zhao Cong stood up, and his tall, straight back made the emperor feel that the distance between the two was very far.
"Father's apology can be told to Mother in person a hundred years from now." Zhao Cong walked out of the inner room, but his voice did not fade at all. "I have no right to forgive on behalf of Mother."
The emperor gave a bitter smile, and after a long while, his eyes turned fierce as he threw down the chess piece, leaving the game in complete disarray.
After leaving the Warm Heart Pavilion, Zhao Cong breathed a long sigh of relief; the weight that had been pressing on his heart for so many years had finally been lifted.
"Your Highness, the Ministry of Rites is waiting for you at the Eastern Palace." Shen Xu had been waiting for Cang Ying to return for a long time, so he came over again with a heavy heart.
Zhao Cong clicked his tongue, "I'm not going back to the Eastern Palace."
"Let's go for a walk."
Shen Xu followed him all the way, and before they knew it, they arrived at the small courtyard in the east of the city.
Unfortunately, Zhu An was just about to enter the room.
He himself didn't know what was wrong with him, but he became furtive whenever he saw the Crown Prince. "Your humble servant... well, I've come to see Miss Qingwan."
"Check if she's feeling any better."
Zhao Cong stared at him, his emotions unreadable. "Isn't it your turn to be on duty at the Imperial Hospital today?"
Zhu An stammered, "Of course, Miss Qingwan is more important."
As soon as he finished speaking, he realized it was inappropriate, and sure enough, Zhao Cong's eyes darkened.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
