Upon hearing these words, Emperor Yong'an hesitated, "I understand."
"They have been creating chaos for so many years. It is time to round them all up." Yang Wenxiao swayed the small bowl in his hand. The soy milk inside followed the motion, its white color resembling snow and exuding a kind of purity.
The cold smile on his face slowly faded, replaced by a deep sense of melancholy.
Emperor Yong'an had been watching him all along. Seeing Yang Wenxiao in a trance, he remained silent, simply sitting quietly by his side.
After a while, Yang Wenxiao snapped back from his memories. He set down the small bowl in his hand, leaned back in the comfortable chair, and closed his eyes.
"Once the dust settles, I will go see her one more time."
Upon hearing this, Emperor Yong'an frowned and said, "The journey has been grueling. I'm afraid your health won't stand such strain. Maybe I should order someone to..."