Jue Yu narrowed his eyes, not responding to the Emperor’s comment.
He actually never took the Imperial family seriously. Towards the internal conflict or the power struggle inside the Palace, he never had the slightest amount of interest. He only looked forward to his free and unrestrained days, comfortable and at ease, thus he could leisurely walk on the green and blue mountain path.
His childhood was filled with illness. Thereupon, he followed his father to practice the martial arts. At that time, Qi Sheng already had become his father’s student, hence he could be counted as his elder brother who learnt under the same master. And then, one day, a man led a kid who was about the same age as him to their mountain. That man wanted his father to become the master for this kid.
Father gave his consent and agreed to be his Master.
At that time, Jue Yu still wasn’t aware about this kid’s actual background. He only knew that this kid’s name was Rui Xuan.
Afterwards, he knew from his father, Rui Xuan was a prince. The man who brought him to the mountain that day was actually the Emperor himself.
After the former Emperor’s demise, Rui Xuan succeeded the throne and became the new Emperor.
Two years ago, there was a critical hostility at the borderline. Rui Xuan recruited Qi Sheng to enter the court as a General. To go to the battlefield. Qi Sheng agreed.
On the day Qi Sheng went down the mountain, Jue Yue, for the very first time in his life had a great quarrel with his elder brother. He stood in the rain on the narrow path of the mountain. His clothes soaked. His eyes were very red. In his fiercest tone: “If you go, I don’t want to admit you as my elder brother anymore!!!”
In the end, he still wasn’t able to make him stay. Couldn’t stop his steps from going down the mountain.
Henceforth, the court had added a leader who led his troops to become the terror that stricken the enemy’s troop, General Qi. In the Pear Flowers Garden, there was no longer the broad figure that he knew so well.
In a blink on an eye, several years had passed.
Jue Yu took a mouthful of air before he heaved a heavy sigh.
Towards the Emperor’s family, he never had any good sentiment. Upon seeing the Blind Concubine, it was as if he was looking at the reflection of himself.
That pair of desperate, deathly stillness, without any liveliness eyes, not so long ago that was also embedded on his own face.