Inside the side hall, a small birthday banquet was laid out on a table that fit exactly four people. There wasn’t even a single servant or maid in sight; it was clearly a private family affair. Wen Shiqing was pulled by the Eldest Princess to sit in the chair beside her. She felt her scalp tingle; she was on pins and needles. She had never been this close to the young emperor before.
Just then, the person at the head of the table spoke, his voice low and weary. "Imperial Sister, I’m so tired... I don’t want to be the emperor anymore."
As soon as those words left his lips, Wen Shiqing’s back stiffened. Her heart hammered against her ribs, and she hurriedly buried her head even lower. Was she really hearing such an explosive secret right out of the gate?!
Chapter 67