The Princess Chang let out a cold laugh, twice.
"Pingyuan, oh Pingyuan, look at history. How many emperors who abdicated met a good end?"
"There are some." Puyang Yi swallowed hard, lowering her eyes, not daring to meet her mother's gaze. "Those who didn't meet a good end were forced to abdicate. Uncle's situation is different—he's doing it willingly. The Prince of Yonghuai didn't coerce him."
The Princess Chang drew a deep breath.
Her daughter's naivety wasn't discovered today, but today was the first time it utterly exhausted her. The storms of the court were not something she could explain to Puyang Yi, nor did she have the time to argue about it.
"If you can't understand, reflect on it at home. This matter needs no further discussion."
The Princess Chang swept her sleeves and departed.
Puyang Yi reached out to grab her but grasped nothing but air.
"Mother!"
The scream was heart-wrenchingly desperate.
There was no response.
