Emperor Chu recalled the scene in his dream, his face briefly clouded, then cleared.
"What you say is reasonable; the young one is indeed still young and won't act rashly, after all, he's the last of the Ning family, he naturally cherishes his life, let him live peacefully for a few years." Emperor Chu said indifferently, "I am nearing the age of destiny, but my son is still young, he can survive in the East Sea, are the descendants of the Chu family only going to sit and wait for their demise?"
"Traitorous ministers and sons of rebellion cannot battle against fate." Song Zhiyuan smiled faintly.
