Zhao Xuan could only respond with a bitter smile and silence.
Chu Xingchen glanced at Zhao Xuan's woeful expression and chose to skip over the subject for now.
"When I arrived, I heard several ministers arguing furiously in a room. They said Elder Wang had come up with a plan."
"Yes, that did happen." Zhao Xuan nodded.
"I heard the gist of the plan. There's some sense to it." Chu Xingchen tapped the table lightly and asked in a low voice,
"But what do you think?"
Zhao Xuan's heart sank slightly. He looked at Chu Xingchen, whose expression was calm but whose gaze held a trace of reproach.
Since he had heard the plan, he must also have learned of his choice.
Now he was bringing it up again, with that reproachful look.
Clearly, this Immortal from Central Province did not approve of his decision.
Was there truly such a divide between immortals and mortals?
Zhao Xuan drew a deep breath and made up his mind-sometimes, mortals ultimately had to resolve their own affairs.
I should have understood long ago. Immortals stood high above the world. Why would they pity ants?
He rose and cupped his hands. "Since I am the sovereign and father of my people, I ought to act as one."
Chu Xingchen's expression remained calm. "Quite the sense of duty."
Having received his answer, Zhao Xuan straightened and said evenly,
"It's getting late, so I won't disturb you any longer. If you need anything, simply instruct the palace servants."
As long as I ask for nothing, I won't be at anyone's mercy.
Chu Xingchen did not ask him to stay. He merely nodded lightly.
Zhao Xuan cupped his hands once more, then walked away with his chest held high. Lin Wen followed closely behind.
Chu Xingchen watched