Jian Guozhi was doing the calligraphy when Zhilao Mi came to him and stood behind him. "Your highness, your mood seems off these days. Are you having some kind of stress?" Zhilao Mi asked her husband in a soft tone. She placed her hands on both of the shoulders of Jian Guozhi.
"My life has only one stress," Jian Guozhi replied and put the brush on the table, on the inkstone. "Is there something you want?" Jian Guozhi asked Zhilao Mi.
"No, I do not want anything. I desire for your happiness only," stated Zhilao Mi. Jian Guozhi chuckled upon hearing that.
"My happiness is gone already. The day the Crown was snatched away from me, everything one by one was taken away from me. What's the use of being a firstborn when I cannot get anything," Jian Guozhi asserted.
"Is there no way his highness can get the Crown back?" Zhilao Mi asked.