As soon as he said that, the corners of the young Emperor's mouth couldn't help but twitch.
"Youzhi! We can talk about such things privately, but in public, you should be more mindful!"
These two, not brothers by blood but kindred spirits, had navigated countless perilous days together. How many life-and-death situations had they faced? How many overt and covert attacks had they evaded?
They had even brought down numerous corrupt officials, slowly, bit by bit, filling the coffers that had become a negative sum during the late Emperor's reign.
Even now, the annual revenue of the National Treasury was still insufficient, year after year, to cover the shortfall.
During these years of natural and man-made disasters, if his mother hadn't constantly sought assistance from her third brother at the Bright Moon Pavilion, having him use various pretexts to help the young Emperor, his throne would likely have been unstable long ago.
