Long Yue slowly stood up and smiled, "What do you mean, 'don't do this,' Crown Prince?"
"You are my Imperial Aunt, my elder. It is I who should be saluting you!"
Long Yue shook her head and said, "No, Crown Prince, you jest. As the saying goes, a monarch is a monarch, a subject is a subject, a father is a father, a son is a son. The relationship between ruler and subject comes before that of parent and child. In other words, the bond of ruler and subject precedes familial ties, so please forgive me if I dare not overstep."
"Imperial Aunt..."
The young man showed a look of despair; he really wanted to be as close and unguarded as they once were, but he knew those days were gone, never to return.
Ever since learning that Li Qingmu was actually the long-lost Seventeenth Prince, everything changed. He could distinctly feel the estrangement between Li Qingmu and their family.
This estrangement would continue and only grow further apart.
