The High Priest looked at Xie Jue, who was completely unfamiliar compared to the Princess, and couldn't help but feel a bit melancholic. He really didn't resemble his birth mother at all, neither in appearance nor in temperament. He was more like a child of the Marquis Zhenbei Mansion, without a trace of Sannan lineage, and certainly not a Princess's image. In his impression, the Princess was gentle, romantic, and innocent, a little girl everyone wanted to protect, while Xie Jue was a man standing tall with a heart as hard as stone.
In his heart, there was only the Marquis Zhenbei Mansion, not the Sannan Royal Family.
This was an obvious fact.
Even knowing his origins, knowing where his mother came from, he wouldn't feel any sense of belonging. Sannan was always a foreign land to him, without a shred of attachment.
"No, you are mistaken. You are very suited to be king." The High Priest said, "A ruler must be clear-headed and ruthless, not swayed by emotions and desires."
