Cui Yun was inherently indifferent.
Yes, perhaps Cui Yang couldn't bear it at heart and seized the Prince Huai'an Mansion. Thus, he secretly took care of Ji Teng, who fell from the divine altar to the muddy abyss after her mother was demoted to the Cold Palace, multiple times.
But what of it?
The ferocity and pleading of over four hundred lives before death, in the end, they died with their eyes open.
If Cui Yun were Ji Teng.
He would despise Emperor He, whose calculations are filled with cruelty; hate Empress Zou, who despite her high status, stealthily made several lethal moves; hate the whole Imperial Family for their heartlessness, and he would also resent Cui Yang, who witnessed the beheadings in the Prince Huai'an Mansion one by one.
However, last time Ji Teng saw him, she expressed gratitude.
Isn't that absurd?
Xuan Chen glanced at the chessboard blocked off by a scenario of no interest, leaning back in his chair.
"Another game?"
"No."
"Then you're not leaving?"
