He looked up at the sky, only to feel his eyes a bit sore. Clearly, he was the legitimate son, but his father, the Emperor, delayed in establishing a Crown Prince and showed such favoritism towards his elder brother. If he were not honest and forthright, those people who believed the Emperor disfavored him would have long since chewed him up and swallowed him down.
The Second Prince resumed his honest appearance as he headed towards the carriage outside. This was his daily task, which he had mastered to perfection.
After the Princes left, the Emperor looked at the memorial in his hand but hadn't read a single word. The eldest was always smart; he would have to clean up the mess he made himself.
Then he thought of the second son and couldn't help but sigh.
