In the Imperial Study of Zichen Hall, Zhao Yao was playing chess with the Emperor. The father and son were evenly matched, with neither giving ground.
In this world, the only ones who can play chess with the Emperor without losing are He Lianfang and Zhao Yao.
"You brat, must you leave tomorrow?"
"What, can't bear for me to leave?" Zhao Yao smirked, "If you beg me, I might consider staying."
The Emperor, amused by his youngest son's cheeky words, feigned displeasure and said, "Get lost! Hurry up and leave!"
"You don't have to push me, I'm leaving tomorrow." Zhao Yao said deliberately, "I can't stand staying in this capital a moment longer."
"Quickly go, so you're not in my sight." The Emperor said this, but he was reluctant in his heart.
Zhao Yao deeply regarded the Emperor's impatient face, sighed silently in his heart, and after pondering, he said, "Take care not to cause harm to yourself."
