"Uncle…" Mao Fu's voice was full of fatigue, but he was respectful and polite.
This surprised Chu Yu- he did not seem like someone who had just won a war.
Mao Fu smiled, "Some things are hard to explain.".
"I trust you," Chu Yu replied. He understood why there was no joy.
He was never interested in the crown, but now he had to bear the weight of it.
No matter what, Mao Fu had broken his promise, and he was not hapy about it.
Mao Xi Li was still his brother after all.
Though they were not born from the same mother, they had the same blood flowing in their veins.
His feelings were complex.
Even though he had only known Chu Yu for a short period of time, he treated him like family.
He did not hide anything from him.
"When my old man put the crown on my head, my feelings were perplexed. I asked my mother if this was her plan with my father all along? You know it as well, my father wanted me to succeed him, but this is all just a guess…" Mao Fu said.