Xue Ling thought about how, during the past half-month, the Emperor frequently praised Cui Ji in court. Only then did he realize that everything had its traces to follow.
He cast a complicated look at Lu Ying.
Lu Ying had his back turned, silently facing the pear blossoms beyond the corridor.
The Crown Prince he was loyal to, though dignified as the heir apparent, couldn't receive anything from his father—neither words of praise nor material rewards. He had nothing.
Though the legitimate eldest son, he was even less favored than an illegitimate child wandering outside.
How much must the Emperor loathe Lu Ying?
If he hated him so much, why did he even bring him into this world?
Xue Ling suddenly grew restless. His voice was low and vicious as he said, "Since he hasn't openly acknowledged him, why not take advantage of his unformed wings and kill him directly? That way, we'll have one less person to oppose you in court in the future!"
