"Don't cry, don't cry..."
The Empress gently stroked her forehead, smoothing the young girl's raven-feather side locks.
"In this deep palace... the most useless thing is tears."
"Among the tens of thousands of palace maids and eunuchs, who is not someone's child? Yet aside from yourself, no one cares. Tears are worthless."
As the Empress spoke, the candlelight flickered unsteadily, as though mirroring her emotions.
"You are a clever child. In terms of chess skill, you should already be a national master... or should I call you the Chess Sage?"
Ye Buhui pressed her lips together. She was somewhat embarrassed, but she still nodded.
In other matters, perhaps she would have been modest. But Ye Buhui's Chess Path was indeed profound, and that had naturally bred a measure of pride in her.
"The affairs of this world are much like a game of chess. There is life, there is death, there is contention, there is slaughter. Once the board descends into chaos, a move made cannot be regretted..."
"Your husband has a small game, while that one... has a great game."
The Empress was vague, but for some reason, Ye Buhui suddenly felt as though enlightenment had been poured over her head. A shiver ran through her entire body, and she understood everything.
How could it be?
It was him!
So it had been him!
The tumult of her emotions left her dazed for a moment.
Ye Buhui's slender hands unconsciously clenched the embroidered skirts of her gown.
No—precisely because it was him, it could only be him!
As the heir apparent, he already stood beneath one man and above ten thousand.
Not to mention that she naturally understood her own husband. His talents ran unfathomably deep. The only one who could drive Su Ziji into running himself ragged must