Prince Shou listened to his son speak, not satisfied, his face grew even more somber.
"How dare you speak of the Holy Emperor like that? You've become increasingly muddled. Don't let such words leave your mouth again, do you hear me?" Prince Shou's tone turned severe.
Zhao Housheng felt he did nothing wrong, "Did I speak wrongly, Father? Besides, I wouldn't utter such words in front of outsiders. How does the Holy Emperor perceive this, considering the years you've spent in the deep mountains? We've always kept to ourselves, never fought with anyone, yet now we're being troubled with such matters, how can outsiders see us? Isn't it disheartening for us?"
