He was Actually Home

His housekeeper shook his head and replied, "Majesty, you were not wrong."

Xiajun Yanli sighed. "Uncle, I think I truly have been wrong."

"I know. Majesty, you just did what any other person would have done. You are not a saint, but you've been kind enough." Except for him, no one else knew how much pain the Majesty was in.

Xiajun Zihao didn't understand what the adults were saying. He merely hugged his father tightly, as though trying to tell him that he will always be by his side.

As he hugged Hao'er, Xiajun Yanli calmed down. He instructed his subordinates, "Take Hao'er away and let him rest."

"Yes!"

The housekeeper looked at the Majesty and could feel an air of sadness surrounding him. He seemed to have sensed this same aura from him six years ago.

"Majesty, there's no need to think excessively. I will always serve you by your side."

"Uncle, it has been so many years. I'm lucky to have you by my side."