After hanging Lin Yunfei and Lin Zhigao before the gates of the princely residence, Lin Zhen entered the most relaxed and comfortable period of his life.
He had already calculated that even if the Sanjiang Star Region Federation sent people to rescue them, it would be at least a year from now.
And within that year, Lin Zhen would have more than enough time to grow to an astonishing level. He was not worried in the slightest.
After this incident, Lin Xia and his wife were completely at ease as well.
Or rather, they had simply decided to go all out.
Lin Zhen had already hung up the Emperor. That was a capital crime beyond redemption—what else was there to worry about?
That was simply how people thought. Once things had reached this point, they instead felt completely unburdened.
The ones who truly had reason to worry were the Emperor's former close ministers.
After several days of panic, the first of the Emperor's close ministers came to the princely residence to report state affairs to One-Word Shoulder-to-Shoulder Prince Lin Xia.
His attitude was clear: he hoped Lin Xia, or his son Lin Fan, would inherit the throne.
At present, if the father and son did not inherit the nation, no one else would dare take the throne. Even if it were handed over for free, no one would want it.
Once someone took the lead, many more came flooding in after him. They practically treated the princely residence as the Golden Luan Hall.
As for the actual imperial palace, it was completely ignored and forgotten. The Internal Affairs Department and the like simply moved their offices to the front of the princely residence.
Although Lin Xia had no intention of rebelling, he could not stop this momentum. It was no