Since I returned to Beijing when I was 12 years old, I have deeply hated this depressing place. The first time I met him, he was still a bullied prince - my least favored emperor brother. I treated him sincerely, but in the end it was him who captured my imperial city. But I asked him clearly at the beginning, and it was he who said that the throne could only be mine. Why? Why is this so? ---------------------------------------------------- He grabbed my ankle, his eyes lowered slightly, and his hoarse voice sounded: "Brother, you won't let go of what you have in hand."