"What exactly is this clay, can I take a look?"
Xia Ruqing was quite curious.
Just who on earth has troubled Zhao Junyao to this extent.
For so many years.
She had never seen him so distressed before.
Whether it was natural disasters or man-made calamities, famine or snowstorms.
Whether it was droughts or floods, or when armies were at the borders.
He had never been caught so off guard.
The mighty King, ruler of a nation, was caught in such a helpless situation for the first time...
Suddenly, Xia Ruqing felt a pang of heartache.
"Emperor, you are human, not an omnipotent deity!"
"You also have things you haven't seen, roads you haven't walked, matters you haven't understood, and books you haven't read!"
"You don't need to blame yourself or feel upset!"
He used to push himself too hard.
Pushing himself to be better than everyone, to be invincible, to bear the entire empire alone.
But he had long overlooked the fact that he was an ordinary person too!
