Dahuang City, Desolate Capital, in this May weather, moved at a leisurely pace.
In the ever-changing world of imperial authority, for ordinary citizens, it's just the sun outside the window; you walk your path, I live my life.
However, the day after Marquis Xueyi returned to Beijing.
A piece of news burst forth like thunder.
"Prince Yun is still alive! He's in Qingqiu!"
Two sentences, ten words, were like Thunder, rolling through the Desolate Capital, becoming the greatest shock in the marketplace.
Over the years, many gambles have played out around the Crown Prince's battle for succession, with everyone in the court swept up in it; any news related to the princes becomes a hot topic, especially in such a complex and sensitive time.
In just half a year, all the princes have perished.
After the Emperor passed away, only Prince An remained, so naturally, he became the new Emperor.
Everyone thought this was the solution of no other choice.
The Dynasty always needs an Emperor.
