All these royal relatives... so-called elders, had to come to him at this time, using this matter to sow discord between him and Uncle Jiu. Murong Li couldn't bear it anymore.
Wang Jiuzhou looked at Murong Li for a long time without speaking. After all, His Majesty is still a child and can't be expected to endure too harshly. The fact that His Majesty has endured until now is already remarkable.
Murong Li raised his hand to catch the snow pellets carried by the wind, feeling the gust growing stronger. However, he couldn't soften his heart. He had already acceded to the request of the royal family by allowing his mother to stay for the New Year, which was the last and greatest grace he could afford her. He could not relent further.
He clenched the snow pellets in his palm, their coolness clearing his mind.
Just as Uncle Jiu said, this was his empire, and he must make his own decisions and hold firm.
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