"Alas..." He hoped it wasn't the eighth brother, but his mind echoed a voice telling him it was indeed the eighth brother. He always knew the eighth brother was deep and reserved, but he never expected him to be this... he couldn't find the right word to describe it for the moment.
The Fourth Prince, who was copying Buddhist scriptures, heard Zhao Yao's sigh and asked with concern, "What's wrong, is there something you don't understand?"
Zhao Yao shook his head and said, "It's nothing, just feeling sorry for the eighth brother."
Mentioning the Eighth Prince, a hint of indifference flashed through the Fourth Prince's eyes, and then he spoke calmly, "He doesn't need your sympathy."
