In the past, Xiaozhao's so-called drunkenness and drunken antics were largely deliberate acts for self-preservation.
The negative emotions buried deep within Xiaozhao were far more than Xu Yun had anticipated.
Such a person, once intoxicated, was more prone to certain responses than the average drunkard.
Thus, with a hint from Xu Yun.
Suddenly, in Xiaozhao's mind, which had lost basic judgment, a scene emerged from the day a little eunuch delivered an imperial decree...
Clatter—
With a sweep of his sleeve, Xiaozhao knocked several plates to the ground.
At the same time, he continued to utter hoarse, incoherent sounds, murmuring like a wounded beast:
"Zhao Ji, Zhao Ji... we are of the same flesh and blood, why have you brought me to this state? When our brother was in power, did he ever treat you cruelly?!!"
As he spoke, Xiaozhao's eyes suddenly welled with tears:
"You ascended to the throne as Emperor, honored by thousands.
