Prince Gong?
Shen Qing paused, slightly taken aback.
Guo Qingfu's eyes widened in surprise. "Prince Gong? You mean *that* Prince Gong?!"
Da Qi's recent internal strife had led to the deaths of many princes and imperial grandsons. Besides Prince Cheng, who had been demoted to a commoner, and Prince Rui, who was cut down by Yu Jiuqing just last night, only four princes remained. Prince Gong was the most low-key of them all—one might even say inconspicuous.
He was Emperor Zhao Ming's eleventh son, born to the emperor in his later years, and was only thirty years old. His mother had been a mere palace maid, so compared to the other princes with powerful maternal families, he was completely outmatched.
But he was self-aware and had always stayed far from such power struggles. When Shen Qing and Yu Jiuqing had supported Sima Rui's ascension, he was the first to stand up and back the new emperor.
