Zhao Junqi finally regained some clarity.
He finally realized that he had been completely wrong all these years.
The succession to the throne was supposed to prioritize legitimate heirs, with seniority respected.
Father was the legitimate younger son, but ultimately had no advantage.
As long as etiquette, benevolence, and ancestral traditions remained, he could never smoothly inherit the throne; all efforts were merely forced.
Looking back to those years.
Father's incident with falling from the horse was indeed his own scheme against the late Emperor.
With hatred shed away, reason emerged like reef from the seabed, claiming high ground.
Zhao Junqi first laughed heartily, then covered his face in bitter tears.
"Ridiculous!"
"Truly ridiculous!"
"Hahaha...how absurd!"
When will scores of revenge cease? How long before greed stops?
The throne only holds one, yet there are two brothers.
No matter who becomes Emperor, they must kill the other, how absurd!
