The Noble Lord blocked the news, and the gates of the Imperial Palace were tightly closed. Ministers who came to visit the sick were stopped outside the gate, and no one was allowed to enter or leave privately.
Little Prince was fortunate enough to stay in Duke of Zhen's Mansion, spending days and nights with his sister.
The seven-year-old boy, after experiencing the cruelty of reality, matured overnight.
The innocence of childhood disappeared from his eyes, replaced with the inexpressible bitterness and hurt.
Lin Qingluo's heart ached at the sight of the exceptionally sensible Little Prince.
In her spare time, she would find various topics to joke with him, tease him to alleviate his boredom and ease his pain.
"Sister, do you hate Empress Mother?"
One evening, the brother and sister sat by the Lotus Pond, watching the sunset.
The Little Prince finally spoke out about the long-suppressed matter in his heart, under the gentle understanding of his sister.