C1677 The Back of the Feathered Figure

Upon hearing Xiao Chen's warning, the monarch's thick, dark brows furrowed unconsciously. He looked at his son, a cold glint in his eyes. "I might not remember what I had for breakfast this morning or who I spoke with on the way to the court, but I remember every moment with Consort Xian. Back then, I loved her more than life itself."

Hearing the word 'love' from the monarch's lips