Richard Lietyang wiped away his tears, stood up straight to give a salute, turned around, and left the tent of the Imperial Palace.
As soon as the prince left, the previously silent Empress immediately couldn't help but defend her son: "He's only eighteen years old!"
"I was already campaigning alongside the late Emperor at the age of fifteen."
"Richard is different from you."
"Indeed, he is different." The Emperor frowned slightly: "I left him in your care, yet he failed to inherit any of the Lietyang family's robust and straightforward nature. Instead, he learned to act like a whimpering woman, fearful as a mouse upon seeing a cat when he meets me. I simply dislike his deceptive and effeminate demeanor."
