"The Royal Elders will probably summon the three of us to the Imperial Palace soon."
The two exchanged a glance, each understanding the other's resolve.
The victor becomes king, the loser becomes a bandit.
Born into royalty, this is their fate!
However, following the "clearing," the entire Divine Capital fell into a deep calm.
It truly had the tranquility before a storm.
Countless factions had already chosen their sides.
Numerous officials, willing to stake everything, had already made their decisions.
The current Emperor's grave illness was no longer a secret.
Everyone knew that the struggle for succession was nearing its conclusion.
The final victor was about to be decided.
The more critical the moment, the quieter the entire Divine Capital became.
Even the street riffraff seemed to have thinned.
Yet, beneath the surface, it was tumultuous, with countless undercurrents surging.
Time passed day by day.
In the blink of an eye, two months had gone by.
