Tying Yun Zhao's entire life to him was too fragile a foundation. Emperors had always been fickle.
He didn't have much faith in himself. His imperial father and mother had not been like that, but as their child, he had no idea what he himself would become in another ten years or so.
While their love was deep, he was willing to build a fortress for her and their son. That way, even if his heart were to wander in the future, Yun Zhao would still be able to stand firm.
The thought made Feng Yi chuckle.
'Look, this is human nature.' To be an Emperor to the point of even doubting himself... he truly felt guilty before Yun Zhao. His feelings were real, but as for how long that reality would last, even he had no answer.
Song Yunzhao noticed the subtle shifts in Feng Yi's expression. She couldn't shake the feeling that the way he was looking at her was strange. 'Did I say something wrong? Was there a flaw in my argument?'
'Probably not.'
