"Brother, it would actually be most suitable for you to ascend our Yang Family’s throne. The vast land of Great Zhou also bears so of your past contributions."
"Then, with what mindset do you think I should accept this throne?" Yang Yi turned to face him. "Am I forever just the person who has to step in when needed?"
King Yan drooped his shoulders under his gaze and said faintly, "I know. Perhaps Father had so reasoning when he did that, but I never imagined, not even your birth mother who carried you for ten months..."
King Yan’s voice was carried clearly to Fu Zhen’s ears by the night breeze. She sat frozen like a stump on the tree, her heartstrings pulled taut in every direction!
"What does he an by this?"
The fact that King Yan appeared here was the first shock to her and Pei Zhan. In their mories, King Yan rarely ever left the palace because of his frail health, and he had a very low presence both in the palace and the court.
The only ti he drew their attention was when they unexpectedly learned from the imperial guards that it might be his guards who were being sent to various places to search for the crown prince.
Later, it was confird that his palace guards were actually sent by the Empress. Naturally, Pei Zhan and their attention shifted away from King Yan.
Yet, the elusive King Yan appeared here at Longquan Temple and coincidentally ran into Yang Yi!
The two brothers even knew each other!
This was truly unexpected!
Before the founding of the nation, Yang Yi had already left while the Emperor was still leading the army on campaigns; King Yan was born several years post-establishnt, so logically, they couldn’t have t!
King Yan couldn’t possibly know he had an older brother either!
Of course, the Empress might have told him when she deployed his guards, but how did they co to know each other?
This was certainly a major discovery.
Yet neither of them anticipated that after this major discovery, another point of suspicion would erge!
From their tone, it can roughly be determined that the Emperor, in that battle in Huzhou back then, must have done sothing unfavorable to Yang Yi, but even the Empress was involved in this?
Did King Yan an to say the Emperor acted with the Empress’s consent?
Fu Zhen felt a chill run through her whole body in the autumn wind.
Mrs. Feng’s words and the Empress’s yearning for Yang Yi, which she had witnessed with her own eyes, all spun through her mind.
Whether from what she heard or saw, no indication pointed to the Empress being involved in this matter, and agreeing with the Emperor’s actions. Why would they say such things?
"It seems King Yan knows quite a lot."
Pei Zhan’s whispered voice reached her ears.
It seed they were thinking along the sa lines.
A weak and sickly prince, who never participated in any affairs, knowing about Yang Yi’s existence earlier than any of them, was enough to shock everyone.
Regardless of whether the Empress was involved in abandoning her own flesh and blood, or what her intentions were after all these years of tirelessly seeking Yang Yi, the pain and longing in her heart were sowhat real.
So how was King Yan able to watch the Empress search for Yang Yi with such anguish while quietly maintaining contact with Yang Yi in private?
Watching the two brothers engage in intimate conversation over there, she stifled her internal thoughts and leaned against the tree trunk to listen again.
"How is she?"
After a long silence, Yang Yi asked slowly, his question carried a half hesitation, as if asking this required great resolve.
"Who? Mother?" King Yan looked at him. "Not well. But perhaps this is karma; if she hadn’t treated you this way back then, she wouldn’t have to suffer these things now?"
Yang Yi remained silent.
After a long while, he said, "It’s getting late, the night wind is cold, you should go back early. In the future, just manage the nation well with them, take care of the people, and don’t think about seeing again."
"I refuse!" King Yan said, "You and I are of the sa blood, how could I not see you."
The urgency in his voice led him to cough again.
Yang Yi furrowed his brows, "Hurry back; autumn is here, if you’re not careful, your old illness might return."
With that, he clapped his hands, calling He Zhao and the eunuch carrying the lantern from before to co over, "Properly escort His Highness back to his room."
After saying this, he turned and walked down the mountain.
"Brother!" King Yan called from behind, "Since you won’t leave the capital yet, at least tell where you live. In my condition, I don’t know how many tis I can see you in this life, please grant that, would you?"
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