When the finances had been in Rong Qinglei's hands, Beirong had flourished in peace and prosperity.
If he made the wrong decision now, Beirong might collapse into ruin almost overnight.
Naturally, this gave him an enormous headache.
"Yue Mingxuan, Yue Mingxuan… Of all times to run into trouble, why did it have to be now?" the Emperor muttered in frustration, as he unable to make a decision.
But those matters were ultimately the Emperor's concern.
Meanwhile, Yue Mingxuan remained asleep in Shang Qinghua's arms and resting peacefully.
When Yue Mingxuan finally woke and saw Shang Qinghua's face before him, he let out a quiet sigh.
"You shouldn't have come," he said.
"If I hadn't come, was I supposed to just watch you torture yourself like this?" Shang Qinghua replied. "Rong Qinglei's death doesn't have much to do with you. Don't take all the blame onto yourself. Do you really think you're that important?"
