All her years of effort had been in vain. Those ministers who supported King Jin would immediately distance themselves from them, and she could almost foresee the decay of the Prince Jin Residence in the future.
She would not allow such a thing to happen.
"This is the only way to save you," the Empress said with tears in her voice: "You are not an ordinary person, you are King Jin, the future Crown Prince Emperor. From the moment you were born, you became the hope of many. The Ducal Residence has supported us, mother and son, for many years, all their hopes are on you. Without doing this, how could you live up to them? They are also your family, can you disregard their life and death?"
The depths of King Jin's dark eyes were already filled with tears; he was the Empress's son, the most noble person from the moment he was born. Laughter was all he ever knew in his life, never tears. In his memory, he had never cried, but at this moment, he wept like a child.
Surrogacy?
