"Because you still have a long life ahead of you, you still have the Empress, and in the future, you will have your family.
"You need to live this life peacefully and without any more setbacks or misfortunes. You don’t need to force yourself for anyone or anything, but you should firmly grasp your own destiny, for those who care about you, and for yourself."
Yang Yi’s first half of life had been too bitter.
Fu Zhen felt she was much luckier than him. Even after losing her life, she still had a chance to start over, but Yang Yi didn’t have that anymore.
At his most difficult tis, heaven did not give him a chance to start over, so he could only grit his teeth and carry on.
But this also ant that he needed to firmly grasp his fate in the second half of his life. He had to live more peacefully and happily than anyone else to offset the sufferings he endured in the first half of his life.
"Thank you."
Yang Yi turned his face away. "You were protected well by your mother since you were young, yet I didn’t expect you to understand my feelings. And the one who understands the most happens to be you."
Fu Zhen smiled, "So pains are not visible to outsiders."
Yang Yi mused, "The hatred between you and Xu Yin?"
Fu Zhen raised an eyebrow, "You know?"
Yang Yi shook his head slightly, "I don’t know the details. However, I have heard quite a bit about your matters before."
Fu Zhen felt relieved, "So, Brother Yang and I can be considered kindred spirits, right?"
Yang Yi nodded slowly and said with a smile, "I never thought that on this trip to the capital, I would et a sister like you."
Fu Zhen giggled, held her fists in a salute, and said, "Brother, take good care of !"
Yang Yi also smiled and then said, "I will carefully consider your suggestion."
"That’s great! I thank you on behalf of the people of the world!"
"Hold on," Yang Yi said seriously, "I’ll speak of it after I’ve thought it through. I don’t want to rush into a decision and regret it later."
Fu Zhen hurriedly said, "That’s natural. For sothing so significant, how can it be decided in haste? Take your ti to think it over!"
Yang Yi nodded, turned silently, and walked out of the hall door.
...
Everyone walked to the front yard, seeing Yang Yi and Fu Zhen hadn’t co out, they guessed there was more to be said. Not wanting to leave, they stood in the yard talking until Yang Yi ca out and then everyone said their goodbyes and left the house.
After Pei Zhan sent the people off, he quickly returned to the yard, found Fu Zhen who was about to go to her room. It really had beco a habit now, without a word he scooped her over his shoulder and carried her into the room.
Fu Zhen pounded his shoulder, "What are you doing? Is there an end to this?"
Pei Zhan put her down, turned around and closed the door, then gently embraced her as he walked her towards the couch, "Don’t worry, I won’t do anything reckless. I just wanted to ask you what you said to His Highness earlier?"
How could Fu Zhen hide it from him?
So she spilled everything like pouring beans from a bamboo tube.
Pei Zhan was also stunned for a mont. In the eyes of all of them, the Emperor was a truly noble man of emotion and loyalty, but he didn’t expect him to have such a cold and indifferent side.
Fu Zhen rested her chin in her hands and said, "I think the one who tied the knot should untie it. If the Emperor doesn’t show so sincerity in welcoming back his son, even if His Highness agrees to be the Crown Prince, there will surely still be friction between the father and son as sovereign and subject."
"I agree." Pei Zhan poured a cup of tea and fed it to her lips, "But this matter might not be so easy. After all, he is the Emperor—"
"What about that?" Fu Zhen rolled her eyes at him, "If he can even gain back a son, he should thank his lucky stars. Can’t he even admit a mistake or apologize?"
"It’s not that simple." Pei Zhan took a couple of sips from the remaining half cup of tea, worry creasing his brow. "Do you know what the Emperor said to in the palace this afternoon?"
Fu Zhen looked at him, "He talked about His Highness?"
"Close enough." Pei Zhan lay back on the pillow, with both hands resting on the back of his head, he sighed, "He talked about the matter of establishing a crown prince. He wants to join forces with Shaoyang and Shaoyuan to urge His Highness to enter the palace and acknowledge his kin."
"Is that possible?!"
"I told him I couldn’t do it. But then the Emperor said let’s publicly reveal His Highness’s identity. Isn’t that asking for trouble?"
"Did you agree?"
"I didn’t agree. I haven’t even discussed it with you, so how would I dare to agree?"
Pei Zhan turned on his side, resting his head on her thigh, "Wife, what do you think I should do?"
Fu Zhen gave him a push, "Is this sothing to ask ?"
She then lifted his chin, "Tomorrow I’ll go into the palace with you."
"That would be great!" Pei Zhan imdiately turned over, pressing her under him, "Before I got a chance to ask, what did the story say about that?..."
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