The wooden door of the loft closed, shutting out the clamor outside and restoring the room's quiet, gentle atmosphere.
Xu Yanqiu restrained the chilling dominance around her and turned to Qian Xunzong beside her. The killing intent and majesty in her eyes instantly faded, becoming tenderness and indulgence once more. Every gesture carried the bearing of a loving mother.
Qian Xunzong looked out at the night beyond the window and asked thoughtfully,
"Mom, does Xu Qingxuan really have no resentment at all? He's been emperor for fourteen years, and now he suddenly has to hand over the throne and surrender this flourishing empire. He can't possibly be entirely unwilling, can he?"
His mind was keen. He had clearly caught the fleeting disappointment and struggle in Xu Qingxuan's eyes earlier.
It was only human nature. After wielding supreme imperial power for fourteen years, who would willingly hand it over to someone else?
Xu Yanqiu chuckled softly. Her tone carried absolute clarity and disdain as she said casually,
"Resentment? Of course he has it. Human hearts are greedy. After sitting on the throne for so many years, craving power and being unwilling to give up wealth and glory is perfectly normal."
"Then why arrange things this way? Aren't you afraid he'll secretly cause trouble, delay the war, or collude with the Bright Moon Empire and stir up chaos?"
Qian Xunzong raised his brow slightly as he asked.
In his view, even a cornered dog would jump over a wall. Much less an emperor forced to abdicate—he might very well take desperate risks.
Xu Yanqiu raised a hand and gently rubbed his head. Her tone was calm and domineering, brimming with confidence.
"Cause trouble? He wouldn't dare, nor does he have the ability."
"I gave him his throne. I divided his military authority.