Qi Yun stayed with the emperor every morning. It pained him to see his father’s health deteriorate day by day. Even though the emperor had been absent from his childhood, they were connected by blood. He couldn’t bear seeing the traces time left on the emperor.

The more intense Qi Chen and the third emperor’s conflict became, the more the emperor’s hands shook when he read reports.

A scroll was thrown across the room when Qi Yun entered the emperor’s study. He stood silently for a moment before placing the ceramic bowl on the table and picking up the report. There wasn’t anything new written in it. Another official was getting tired of the clash between Qi Chen and the third prince. He hoped the emperor would address the issue.

Qi Yun put the report away with a sigh and approached the emperor. “Please don’t be angry, Royal Father.”

“How can I not be? Look at these two sons of mine. What have they been doing lately?!” The emperor broke into a coughing fit. Qi Yun hurriedly went up...