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For Zong Luo, these were not as important as imagined.

 

Even participating in the fight for the throne in this life was more like a child’s revenge on his father, rather than a natural love or obsession with power.

 

Perhaps the emperor couldn’t help it, above paternal love, it must be the expectation of the ruler of the country for the heir.

 

Even at this moment, it was still the same.

 

Zong Luo recalled the last straw that killed him in his previous life.

 

If he didn’t really value family affection, how could he make such a choice?

 

Just like now.

 

No one knew better than Zong Luo what he would face once he walked out in this posture.

 

“If there is a slight mistake, it will repeat the ending of the previous life, a deep abyss. All the layouts and plans in this life will fail, and be destroyed in an instant.”

 

If he dies again, he’s afraid Yu Beizhou won’t be able to save him again.

 

Zong Luo was not a child anymore, not without this awareness.

 

But he still wanted to go.

 

Regardless of everything, he was going all in.

 

Outside the Zhang Palace, Yuan Jia had just finished instructing his subordinates, and when he turned his head, he saw a familiar figure.

 

“Third Highness.” He just greeted him, but was shocked by the scene in front of him.

 

The prince in white was still dressed as usual, with his ink hair tied up and his figure tall.

 

However, what attracted the most attention was not his dress, but those eyes that shone like cold stars.

 

There was no lack of spirit and light as imagined, but instead, his eyes were flowing, lively and clear.

 

Yuan Jia opened his mouth, “Third Highness, your eyes…”

 

Zong Luo smiled and did not say much. “Eunuch Yuan, you go and report to Father Emperor quickly.”

 

“Okay, okay, I’ll go at once.” Yuan Jia seemed to realize something and took a deep breath.

 

After a few moments, a report came from inside the hall.

 

Bypassing the deep and shallow curtains, the emperor who was reviewing the memorials at the desk had his brows furrowed.

 

Emperor Yuan flamboyantly marked one as read, lifted his pen to signal the eunuch to remove this reviewed memorial, and said disapprovingly in a cold voice. “Running around everywhere before the cold has healed.”

 

His words dissipated at the moment he saw Zong Luo’s intact eyes.

 

Clatter——

 

The next second, there was a harsh noise from the desk.

 

The emperor suddenly stood up, the pearls and jade of the Mian Diao collided, and the documents placed on the edge of the desk were swept off with a clatter.

 

The last time he lost his composure like this was when he learned that he was not dead and had returned.

 

In fact, there were so many traces that could explain that deep and silent love. Just as Yuan Jia said, when he returned from the battlefield seriously ill, barely alive and unconscious, he also noticed that someone had been guarding by his bed in the dark.

 

It’s just that Zong Luo never dared to think that it was Emperor Yuan, and he didn’t even dare to guess.

 

One was deeply silent, and the other was self-deprecating. They missed too much time.

 

Zong Luo barely stood up and saluted. “This son is fortunate not to disappoint.”

 

He straightened up and lifted his hem, preparing to perform a grand ceremony. “Father Emperor’s pill is very good. Although there are still some minor flaws on the edges, this son can already see a lot clearly. With the help of the medical sage, this son should be able to fully recover soon.”

 

But before he could kneel down, he was pulled up by Emperor Yuan.

 

So Zong Luo was forcibly pulled up, almost stumbling for two steps.

 

Emperor Yuan held Zong Luo’s arm and carefully looked at the prince in white’s eyes.

 

The face behind the Mian Diao was still as serious and cold as usual, even more tense, only in the corner of his eyes were some hard-to-detect fine lines brought about by the passage of time.

 

“Servant, call the imperial physician!”

 

Zong Luo: “…..”

 

He never expected that even after he had untied the white silk, what greeted him was still a golden needle.

 

Almost all the imperial physicians in the Imperial Medical Courtyard rushed over.

 

Emperor Yuan’s momentum was too strong. During the inspection, the atmosphere in the hall was tense and solemn, and no one dared to say an extra word.

 

When the tedious inspection was over, the old imperial physician murmured miracles, and the medical sage echoed on the side.

 

“Congratulations, Your Majesty! The congestion around the Third Highness’s eyes has been cleared, and he only needs to rest to recover to its original state.”

 

“Good, good, good! All of you ministers have made meritorious services in the treatment, reward, heavy rewards!”

 

After saying “good” three times in a row and confirming that there was no mistake, Emperor Yuan waved his hand. From the moment Zong Luo appeared to the end of the inspection, his tense mouth finally relaxed, and even unprecedentedly showed a trend of curling up.

 

Whether it’s the tone, the action, or the expression.

 

Not to mention Zong Luo, everyone in the grand hall could clearly feel Emperor Yuan’s unhidden good mood at this time. Immediately, everyone’s faces were filled with smiles and joy, and they were congratulating His Majesty.

 

In the past, Emperor Yuan most disliked such an atmosphere, but today he was radiant, wishing he could issue a decree to let everyone celebrate together and pardon the world.

 

“Bring the imperial edict! Zhen wants everyone in the world to know that my Great Yuan’s Third Prince is back!”

 

Father Emperor was truly happy for the recovery of his eyes.

 

Zong Luo’s heart was sad and sour.

 

A lie often required hundreds or thousands of lies to make up for it.

 

He never thought that he would regret the lies he had told in this way.

 

It was not until everyone had left the Zhang Palace that Emperor Yuan beckoned to him.

 

The first sentence made Zong Luo stand still, his hands and feet cold and stiff.

 

“Zhen had a dream last night.”