Maternal Aunt Liu felt that if she continued to listen to Ye Hongyang go on like this, she would probably die of worry.
"My lord, please listen to a word from your humble servant, attend fewer operas and serve the Duke more often, following the Duke's wishes. As long as we can make the Duke happy, we won't have to do anything else, and he will naturally favor you in all things. You are the Duke's son, no one can compare with that."
Ye Hongyang tossed his teacup onto the kang table, feeling despondent, "I would like to act according to my father's wishes. But I know my father all too well. If I follow his wishes, then I might as well give up on doing anything. I'd spend my days accompanying him with weapons practice, poring over those headache-inducing regional maps, and listening to him talk about military tactics... What meaning would there be left in my life?"
