Yes, Your Majesty

He took a deep breath. It was not yet the depths of autumn. In the royal study deep in the Royal Palace, a deep-colored warming stove was beginning to give off warmth. The air was slightly dry. Entering from the nose straight to the lungs, there was a faint pain. Fan Xian looked at the Emperor's face in front of him. He suddenly thought of many things and many people.

This storm in the Qing Kingdom started decades ago and had gradually fallen. There was probably only this father and son still left in the eye of the storm.

Fan Xian found it difficult to grasp the Emperor's attitude. Even he couldn't clearly explain it. From Danzhou to Jingdou, passing shoulder to shoulder in the Qing Temple, their first meeting in the bamboo tea store by the Taiping Courtyard, from granting the wedding to the Overwatch Council, knowing of that picture hanging in the Palace… In reality, Fan Xian guessed before anyone his true parentage.