"Brother, it would actually be most suitable for you to ascend our Yang Family's throne. The vast land of Great Zhou also bears some of your past contributions."
"Then, with what mindset do you think I should accept this throne?" Yang Yi turned to face him. "Am I forever just the person who has to step in when needed?"
King Yan drooped his shoulders under his gaze and said faintly, "I know. Perhaps Father had some reasoning when he did that, but I never imagined, not even your birth mother who carried you for ten months…"
King Yan's voice was carried clearly to Fu Zhen's ears by the night breeze. She sat frozen like a stump on the tree, her heartstrings pulled taut in every direction!
"What does he mean by this?"
The fact that King Yan appeared here was the first shock to her and Pei Zhan. In their memories, King Yan rarely ever left the palace because of his frail health, and he had a very low presence both in the palace and the court.
