"Other concubines having fewer children doesn’t matter, but the Prince’s wife must give birth to a legitimate heir. Without a legitimate son, we can’t compete with the Great Prince."
King Jin sneered, "Then let Madam Zuo beco the principal wife, and her son will be the legitimate heir, even the eldest legitimate son."
"That can’t be done!" Nurse Li exclaid: "Madam Zuo’s status is too low to be compared with the Prince’s wife. The Duke has said that the future Emperor must be born of the Prince’s wife."
"The Duke has said?"
Nurse Li blinked unnaturally and hastened to say: "Of course, it is also the Empress’s wish. She doesn’t want another Zhang Family incident."
King Jin stood despondently in front of the window, overwheld with bitter sorrow in his heart.
He said, "Alright, I understand, give three days, I will make arrangents."
Nurse Li was taken aback, wanting to say sothing more, but seeing King Jin’s pitiable state, she eventually said nothing and withdrew.
After a long while, the sound of King Jin’s hoarse monologue echoed in the study.
"It was promised to , that she would not be hard, why is it still..."
In recent months, to outsiders, he was still the glorious King Jin, even more esteed than before, but only he himself could feel what it ant to fall from heaven into hell.
...
After suffering consecutive blows, King Jin had beco much wiser than before.
In the past, whenever sothing happened, he could discuss it with soone at the Ducal Residence or with his mother in the Imperial Palace.
But now, with the matters at hand, he had no one to discuss them with; his only support was himself.
Within these three days, he must accomplish one thing.
After Nurse Li left, he walked out of the study, even left the house, and nobody knew what he was up to.
Not until the evening of the next day.
A shadow entered Lin Qianqing’s room where the maid guarding the night had been acupunctured into a deep sleep.
"Who’s there?" Sensing the moving shadow in the room, Lin Qianqing imdiately sat up.
"Shh!" King Jin gestured to her to be silent.
"Ah... Prince?" Lin Qianqing was both shocked and frightened, wondering why he would co to her room in the middle of the night.
The King Jin of today seed different; no, he had been off for a while now, not the sa as before.
In the moonlight, one could see the desolate brightness flickering in his vast eyes, revealing a deep sadness in his pupils.
The recent events had nearly driven him mad.
He could tolerate his consorts relaying seed and bearing children of others, but Lin Qianqing was an exception.
Regardless of whether he loved her or not, she was his legitimate wife. To protect his wife from being defiled by others was his last shred of dignity as a man.
The world was too unfair to him; why bestow upon him the noblest status, only to make him endure such tornt?
Once he thought he was omnipotent, but it turns out... he was incapable of everything.
No, at least he could spare her from one disaster.
He knew what she loved the most: freedom, just like the beautiful star map hanging in her room. It wasn’t that he couldn’t understand it, but such things were too remote for people like them—he didn’t want to understand.
She loved it, and now, all he could do was to try his best to fulfill it.
Let her transform into a tiny particle of dust among them, drifting freely in the endless expanse of the starry sky.
"Prince, why have you co?" Lin Qianqing steadied her mind and asked blankly.
"I’ll go and wake up Long Luo!" Saying so, Lin Qianqing got up to put on her shoes.
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