Everyone had their own confusions and dilemmas when they were a teenager. For example, Gu Yun's predicament was the scattered Black Iron Camp, and the plight of Emperor Tai Shi Li Min was the terrifying Bone of Impurity. The plight of the little Crown Prince Li Zheng was his uncertain future.

But behind Gu Yun, there were tens of thousands of Wind Slashers of the ancestors hanging in the hall of Gu Residence. Beside Chang Geng was a little yifu who carefully watched over him, leading him.

Li Zheng's surroundings were full of unbearable dread, and there was no one to show him a clear path.

In the autumn of the fourth year of Tai Shi, after the First Frost, Li Zheng's mother passed away in endless fear and worry. The Emperor ordered for her funeral to go according to the system of rites properly.

The fifteen-year-old crown prince had grown into a teenager, becoming quieter and quieter day after day.

After the funeral, Chang Geng dismissed all the people around, walked in slowly, and gently pressed Li Zheng's shoulder, who was ready to pay courtesy to him. Li Zheng did not insist. Under the supervision of his mother, every day, he tried to guess the likes and dislikes of his Fourth Uncle, and knew that he did not like others to be overly courteous in private.

Li Zheng: "Your Majesty."

Chang Geng took a look at him, and the young man immediately changed his words and said, "Imperial Uncle."

"Please restrain your grief." Chang Geng said, then paid homage to his imperial sister-in-law, whom he had only seen a handful of times.

As soon as he straightened up, he heard the young crown prince say in a teenage's changing voice with some difficulty: "I have no talent, no virtue, and cannot bear to be in a position of power. Imperial Uncle, please abolish my title as Crown Prince."

Chang Geng frowned and raised his head.

The appearance of his nephew was not as dignified as his father's, but rather too delicate. The young man was pale and thin, with a melancholy that had not changed for years on his features. He did not look like a valuable bloodline of dragon and phoenix.

After Li Zheng said that sentence, as if he had frightened himself, his expression became nervous; coincidentally, a gust of wind outside rushed through the hall's half-closed door, the small decoration under the steam lamp clinked a few times, hitting one side of the memorial plaque, causing it to fall, making the young Crown Prince shudder.

Chang Geng stood up quietly and respectfully picked up the plaque. He waved off the servants who rushed in with fear. He turned to his nephew and asked, "I heard that you read very well and are smart. Why do you suddenly think so?"

Li Zheng lowered his head and did not dare to speak.