Prince Anle nodded slightly. On his handsome face, the sorrow in his eyes seemed like un-erasable, thick ink, growing even deeper.
He parted his thin lips slightly, his voice low and slightly hoarse, as if bearing endless sorrow, and said softly, "Four... Your Majesty, you flatter me. It's just that seeing Your Majesty's current state, this subject cannot help but feel deeply moved. The last time this subject saw Your Majesty, Your Majesty was full of vigor and vitality, overwhelmingly majestic, and that spirit alone made anyone who saw it feel inspired. Yet after merely a few short months, it has come to..."
His voice gradually trailed off, as if swept into the whirlpool of memories by the torrent of time, his eyes full of wistfulness.
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