After discussing a few more matters with Xue Zishen, the Marquess of Wales graciously dismissed the assistant and returned to the seemingly endless sea of paperwork, feeling the presence of a headache in his temples as he did so.
A few hours later, during the lunch break.
Lin FenXiang — after finishing his meal and work for the day — sat on his chair, head inclined on his fist as he spun on his seat.
To think that everyone else whom he had known personally had their legacies continued. Except for himself, of course.
According to history books, his son Aelin took up the position of Duke of Yorkshire after Adrastus' tragic death.
The thought of his lover's passing still left a sour taste in his mouth. Fortunately, he now has Yan Hansheng. So the pain wasn't as unbearable as before. But it was still there, like an old wound that didn't heal and caused pain every once in a while.