Resisting the Wind and Splendor

The emperor was still somewhat annoyed.

His sons had always been the ones trying to please him, but tonight his fourth son remained completely unmoved by anything he said.

This feeling made him both angry and helpless.

"Do you think that I can't live without you now?" The Emperor coldly snorted.

Lu Beimo replied calmly and indifferently: "Father, no matter what I say, Father can interpret it in countless ways. Since that's the case, Father may interpret it however you wish."

"You!" That's really too presumptuous!

In his haste, the emperor was caught off guard and began to cough violently.

An Delu patted his back, but still couldn't calm him down.

Lu Beimo stood up and walked towards him.

The emperor, however, was subconsciously on guard.

The only thing Lu Beimo cared about disappeared completely under his wary gaze.

Indeed, there is no true kinship in the royal family.

He will not stay in such a "home", nor will he allow his precious child to live in such an atmosphere in the future.

He sat back down in his chair, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes.

After a while, once the emperor's breathing had finally calmed down, he said, "Father, please speak frankly. Your son is listening."

The emperor stared at him for a long time, then suddenly sighed.

"Are you afraid that I will take back the military power in your hands, so you are on guard every day?"

“Father, my soldiers are all in remote and harsh lands, guarding the Eastern Mausoleum for the sake of the country. They cannot be transferred back, so no matter who holds the military power, they must remain stationed in that region.”

"As for you, Father, you are the Emperor and naturally cannot personally go to the border to guard the city. So even if the military power is not in my hands, it will fall into the hands of others after I hand it over to you."

If he doesn't believe him, does that mean he can believe everyone else?

In fact, given the emperor's personality, he most likely wouldn't trust anyone else.

“Father, you might as well consider this: I have been in the Northern Frontier for many years. If I really wanted to establish myself as king, the Northern Frontier would already be my domain.”

But he didn't.

After winning the battle, he returned immediately with only three thousand soldiers.

If he truly harbored ulterior motives, why would he enter the city so easily?

He can do this because he has a clear conscience.

Why is it that even now, Father Emperor still cannot see through this?

The emperor did not speak.

Lu Beimo continued, "Father, I am not cut out to be an emperor, and I have never even considered taking this throne."

"Why?" This was the first time Lu Beimo had ever told him personally that he didn't want to be emperor.

Although the emperor had already suspected something, he still couldn't believe it.

Who wouldn't want this empire?

"Your son is used to being free and unrestrained, and is not used to living a life of constraint."

Everything in the palace—the deceit, the scheming—is exhausting and incredibly frustrating.

Neither he nor Ali liked it.

All he wanted was to stay with his wife, protect Bao'er, and live a free and unrestrained life with his mother and Yunfei.

All I want to do is stay away from the court intrigues.

"Do you know perfectly well what Dongling is in now? Are you deliberately saying these things to force me to compromise with you?"

The emperor stared at him, still not believing that he could really let go.

Moreover, if he were to truly relinquish control, the Emperor would also feel uneasy.

At this moment, the emperor was in a very conflicted mood. He was unwilling to hand over the empire, but if Lu Beimo really let go, he was afraid that the empire would fall into the hands of others.

He was conflicted, hesitant, troubled, and confused.

We still haven't found a way out.