The royal carriage exclusive to the imperial family came leisurely.
Li Longji, from afar, could already faintly feel those gazes; in the past, he might have been ashamed among the masses, but now, having fallen into utter disrepair, he had become numb.
He only wanted to ask the Gu Clan why they chose to support Li Heng.
Why they decided to abandon the hundred-year-old prestige of the Gu Clan.
To him, this seemed like rebellion.
A gentle breeze blew by.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, the carriage finally reached the city gates, and Li Heng immediately rushed forward, kneeling on the ground with red eyes: "Your son greets Father Emperor!"
The ministers all bowed deeply.
Amidst their calls, Li Longji drew back the curtain of the carriage, casting a complicated glance at Li Heng at the front, then looked at the ministers behind him.
Ignoring the hateful stares of the commoners, he focused his gaze on Gu Xuan and the other members of the Gu Clan.
