After discussing matters with Liang Run, it was already late.
Happy times are always short-lived, and Zhao Yao, no matter how unwilling, had to return to the palace.
"Ah, how did the day pass so quickly?" A day is truly too short; he hadn't played enough yet and already had to return to the palace. "Next time I leave the palace, I'll have to wait until next month." Just thinking about having to wait a month to leave the palace again made Zhao Yao feel like the whole world had turned grey.
Liang Run also couldn't bear to see his nephew go, hoping he could stay a few more days, but his nephew, being a prince, couldn't linger outside the palace for long.
"A month will pass quickly."
"It's like a year; a month is like thirty years." Zhao Yao slumped his shoulders and said with a bitter face.
Liang Run was amused by Zhao Yao's miserable expression. Stifling his laughter, he changed the topic: "When is Prince Dai returning to the capital tomorrow?"
