Chiluo merely smiled, a smile that truly seemed forced. As Song Lili was about to say, "If it's difficult, you don't have to talk about it," who knew Chiluo would be quite candid.
"When Qing Luo was young, the humiliation and discrimination he suffered might really have been unbearable for an ordinary person."
Regarding Qing Luo's background, Song Lili had also heard some from Wen Nian.
But what exactly Qing Luo had encountered during his childhood, Song Lili truly had no way of knowing.
"His mother was considered the most beautiful woman. It's unpleasant to say, but indeed, she was coerced by my father. His mother didn't even have the right to choose not to have that child. In the end, she died with resentment."
"...Did the King also not like Qing Luo?"
"The King has so many people he likes, so many things he cherishes, how could he spare the slightest bit of concern for Qing Luo?"
Chiluo's gaze drifted away, his expression also tinged with some regret,
