Zhao Zhengfeng was very hungry; he hadn't eaten anything since Wei Shuangshuang took him out of the Capital City, but he wasn't in the mood to eat. Even though his stomach ached from hunger, he still had no appetite.
He had lost everything. It was hard to describe how he felt now—hatred, regret, an unwavering attachment to Meng Jingru, and a profound dissatisfaction mixed with complex emotions he couldn't quite articulate.
Zhao Zhengfeng felt he was utterly alone, betrayed by his subordinates and abandoned by his father, the Emperor. He had lost everything. As for Wei Shuangshuang, who stayed by his side without abandoning him, in Zhao Zhengfeng's eyes, she was nothing—just a tool.
Wei Shuangshuang didn't think highly of Zhao Zhengfeng, but perhaps the brainwashing from the Hidden Guard was too strong. Her past self, Wei Shuangshuang, had a strong obsession before dying—to protect Zhao Zhengfeng at all costs.
