Within the Imperial City, Prince Ying finished reviewing the many memorials on his desk in the imperial study and let out a small breath of relief.
Being the sole Emperor of the mortal world was not as carefree as people imagined. Instead, it was immensely taxing.
Such trivial affairs brought endless memorials to approve and remonstrances to read every day.
Nor did the world suffer only man-made calamities. There were natural disasters too... The entire mortal world of the Ninth Realm had become one nation, and its affairs were beyond counting.
Whenever he thought of this as the place where his child belonged, Prince Ying found even the toil sweet as honey.
Looking at the thick stack of memorials before him, Prince Ying shook his head, rose, and stretched.
He left the imperial study and headed for his own side hall within the Imperial Palace.
For some reason, despite its vast size and its many maids and servants, the Imperial Palace still felt somewhat desolate.
As soon as Prince Ying returned to the side hall, he saw Prince Ying's Princess Consort sitting alone on the writing desk, staring blankly at the night outside the window.
"Thinking of Mo'er again?"
Prince Ying sighed, walked behind her, and smoothed her long hair, which the wind had tousled.
Prince Ying's Princess Consort turned toward her husband and gently rested her head against his chest. She nodded, longing in her voice. "I wonder how Mo'er is doing out there..."
"I wonder whether he's eating well in the Upper Realm... whether anyone is bullying him... whether he's suffering..."
Whenever she imagined Su Mo perhaps being lonely and without anyone to rely on, helpless amid dangers on every side, tears would well uncontrollably in the corners of her eyes.
Prince Ying shook his head helplessly and