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Mu Fengyan took the tea, took a sip, and said earnestly, "This isn't just wandering around. I'm here to see you! You're my first friend; if I don't care about you, who should I care about?"
Yin Luo looked at him and said, "You're still an emperor; don't let Prince Jin handle everything. Once you take power into your own hands, you won't have to fear him anymore!"
Mu Fengyan's eyes dimmed slightly. "As for this matter, in this lifetime, I have no hope."
"Why not hope? The person sitting on the throne now is you, not him!"
Mu Fengyan raised his head to look at her. "You may not know this, but although the outside world claims that my elder brother was disfigured by the fire and that's why Father didn't give him the throne, that's not the case at all. Until his last moments, Father still wanted to pass the throne to him. But for some unknown reason, he ended up changing the edict to my name, which meant nothing at all. At that time, not only my elder brother but even all the officials were astonished. You see, even though my elder brother was disfigured, he had outstanding military achievements and had already established himself in court at a young age. Moreover, he had cultivated his own faction. Father was aware of all this and secretly approved it. So everyone believed he was the final candidate for the throne. Yet in the end, Father chose me instead. It's important to note that I am not even a legitimate child; my mother was just a minor concubine at that time. We had no power or influence—how could we possibly secure this throne? But Father didn't have time to plan for me before he passed away, which led to the current situation."
"All the ministers in court may outwardly acknowledge me as the emperor, but behind my back, they have always regarded my elder brother as their true emperor. Some national affairs don't even go through me; they are directly presented to my elder brother for approval without any connection to me. Tell me, what difference does it make whether I am an emperor or not?"
Yin Luo pursed her lips as she observed his dejected demeanor and thought for a moment before saying, "Regardless of anything else, at least after all these years, Prince Jin has not usurped the throne. This means he must have his concerns! And what those concerns are, you must know better than I do."
"If he has concerns, then you should focus on those concerns and gradually reclaim your imperial power. That way, when you come to see me in the future, it will be aboveboard."
"It's useless." Mu Fengyan lowered his head. "I've considered every possible method that could work, but none of them are effective. If it were otherwise, my mother wouldn't have had to please him just to protect me..."
At this point, Mu Fengyan's eyes reddened slightly—not out of grievance but clearly out of hatred.
Seeing this, Yin Luo reached out and held his hand gently. "Even so, a man should not be discouraged like this. For your mother's sake alone, you shouldn't continue to lose yourself!"
Mu Fengyan raised his head to look at her, and Yin Luo continued, "You are the king of all people, the backbone of the Exiled Nation, the support of your mother. Even if you cannot win, you should try your best. If you don't give it your all, how will you know that everything is truly impossible?"
Mu Fengyan was clearly surprised by Yin Luo's words. He stared at Yin Luo for a moment and suddenly said, "Luoluo, it seems like you understand a lot."
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