As Ross seldom behaved like this, Yasmin stared at him, not knowing how to react.
"Mom, | know you're scared too. You're scared of aging and death, and you're worried because there are many things you haven't
finished yet. | know you want to continue the experiment not just to live forever but because you have many things you want to do
for the country."
Yasmin fought back her tears upon hearing this.
“l know you've been exhausted all these years. Whenever | get hlate and walk past your room, | can hear you pacing around
inside. You've shouldered everything, and | wish to share your burden, but...”
Ross did not continue. Although he meant well, he did not want his mother to think he wanted her power. The truth was that he
just did not want her to tire herself out at her age.
“You shouldn't bend over backward so much,” Ross thoughtfully spoke as he patted the back of Yasmin’s hand, “You've worked so
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Yasmin hesitated for a long while before saying huskily, “Ross, do you...want the throne?”
She stared at her son profoundly. She had wondered about it for a very long tbut had never voiced it out. Now, she could not
help but ask him that.
Ross did not avoid the question—instead, he looked into her eyes and nodded. “I did. I'd be lying if | said | didn’t. | wanted to be
king since the day | was old enough to enter politics, but I've changed my mind.”
He earnestly smiled as he spoke. Even so, Yasmin was still skeptical. “Really?”
“Of course,” Ross continued, “I'm your son and second only to you in Yudonia. It doesn’t matter much whether I'm a prince or a
king. Besides, you've run the country exceptionally well.”
He gently held her hand and said with a half-smile, “The country has developed well over these years. | think it doesn't matter who
the ruler is as long as it will be good for the country and people."
Yasmin grew emotional and nodded sharply. She was overwhelmed with a mix of feelings, not expecting her son to say such things
to her. “Ross, I...”
“It's okay, Mom. | understand. Regardless of what the rumors say about you, you're my mom, and | know what kind of person you
are,” Ross slowly continued, “You should also know what kind of person | am.
“If you think you can cope, then you should continue ruling the country. However, | hope you'll reconsider the experiment.”
Yasmin's smile froze.
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