Purple Gold Pavilion, Great Cang Imperial Palace.
Ji Guang sat inside the pavilion, looking down at the memorials on the desk, his brows tightly furrowed.
Gexin stood beside him, glancing from the memorials to Ji Guang, lost in thought as well.
Everyone in the world envied The Emperor. Perhaps only she understood that The Emperor had troubles too.
She understood Ji Guang's troubles because of a conversation she had once had with him...
More than a month ago, she had casually asked him a question. "Your Majesty, why do you dislike handling affairs in Zhengde Hall and prefer Purple Gold Pavilion instead?"
It was true. Unless there was a grand court session, His Majesty was generally in Purple Gold Pavilion.
Yet no one dared to ask. Only Gexin dared.
Ji Guang had answered her, "Because when I am in Purple Gold Pavilion, I can feel Father Emperor watching me. Only then do I not dare act recklessly!"
That answer had moved Gexin.
Her husband was The Emperor, already standing at the pinnacle of power in all Great Cang, yet he feared losing his original heart.
How many emperors throughout the world had slaughtered powerful ministers, killed empress dowagers, and done such things merely to sever their restraints? Only Ji Guang, who clearly had no restraints, deliberately created one for himself, using the intangible spirit of Father Emperor watching from heaven to keep himself alert.
Gexin did not know how to judge it, but she found great comfort in it.
Within Purple Gold Pavilion, she had seen Ji Guang's brows tightly knitted countless times, because the matters at hand were exceedingly difficult...
To be precise, these difficulties had also been brought upon himself...
If Ji Guang had chosen to govern as Ji Shang did, muddling through each day, he could have