The Old Matron tried to console him: "Your Highness, there's no need to rush. As the saying goes, rice must be eaten bite by bite, and tasks must be done one at a time. Take it slow—you'll memorize this ancient text eventually. It's about to rain outside, let's go back inside and rest."
But Li Chengzhen was already bordering on madness.
To the Old Matron's shock, his frenzied state bore an eerie resemblance to the Empress.
Li Chengzhen slammed the table and stood up, tearing the ancient book in his hands to shreds. He stormed out of the study, staggering toward the pond in the courtyard.
The summer night was heavy with the threat of a storm. The sky darkened, thick clouds crowding the heavens as the wind howled, making the lotus leaves and flowers in the pond sway violently.
Boom—
Thunder rumbled across the sky.
