‘All of them have the power to be the king, yet one uses his mother. one gave up, one stays in the border, and this one….’ He watched Lais at the bottom of the stairs.
‘This one is good but weak. He is only crawling at the bottom of the seat as it is the only way he will stay alive.’ He let go of a breath he held in disappointment at the state of his descendants.
‘How will my country survive in this state?’ This is why he lets the third concubine do as she likes to put her son on the throne.
‘At least that woman has a desire then, my foolish sons.’ He turned to look at the second balcony.
Usually, if there is a big session, his wives sit there covered with a veil, but now it is empty.
He turned to look at Lais on the bottom. ‘This one's mother was another manipulative one. I wonder how did this one become such a weak one?’