The Yangxin Hall returned to tranquility. Emperor Chu's anger had not yet faded. Eunuch Zhou timely offered him a cup of tea, respectfully inviting him to return to his chamber to rest.
Emperor Chu took a sip and said to Song Zhiyuan, "You see, having too many sons is exactly this kind of trouble. They only know how to scheme for their father's little possessions, while my life and death are of little concern to them."
Song Zhiyuan replied, "It's natural for sons to have ideas when they grow up. You can't expect them to never mature. If they grew up with no thoughts at all, even the Imperial Physicians couldn't cure such foolishness."
Emperor Chu snorted lightly, "I see you're just adding fuel to the fire."
Song Zhiyuan cupped his hands in apology, saying, "Please calm your anger, Your Majesty, and prioritize your health."
Emperor Chu snorted coldly, suddenly feeling a sense of powerlessness, and said, "Establishing the heir can't be delayed any longer."
