Getting it done wasn't so simple. As the saying goes, if a ruler wants his subject to die, the subject has no choice. But Xie Che had no intention of killing him. The mere act of stripping his power and holding him accountable for his past deeds involved countless delicate details to handle. That was the official side of things. On a personal level, he couldn't even bring himself to face Noble Princess Consort Rong.
Only when he came to Bihua Palace could he finally catch his breath and speak of his troubles.
"I don't care about anyone else. I only need you to be on my side."
Jiang Xian stroked his shoulders and the nape of his neck. He was much thinner than before. The sharp angles of his shoulder blades pressed against her palm, bringing to mind the utter loneliness of a king. "Of course I'm on the Emperor's side. But how can we not care about others?"
