"That's for the best." Feng Linche turned his head, causing others to not be able to see his expression, and only heard that his voice was as gentle as water, "You are our son, a prince of the Great Zhou. If you shouldn't have hoped for it, then don't. "
"Royal Father …"
Feng Jingxuan staggered a step back and fell on the chair. His voice was extremely hoarse.
Undesirable Expectations... Just, stop hugging?
He raised his eyes, and the view before him became a blur. However, he still stubbornly stared at Feng Linche's leaving figure, unwilling to close his eyes, unwilling to let the tears that suddenly filled his eyes fall.
Feng Linche left without even turning his head to look at him once.
The entire Wenrui Hall of those who looked at him with either ridicule, pity, or regretful eyes, gradually dispersed as well.