Man Luo Flowers Bloom

Prince Ping's Estate was solemn and imposing.

Compared with before, it had gained a few touches of new vitality.

The reason for this new vitality was no mystery at all. The estate had merely become cleaner and tidier; several great trees in the front and rear courtyards had been pruned by experts, the courtyard walls had been given a fresh coat of paint, and several dilapidated houses on the streets outside that offended the eye had been torn down.

For a princely estate, renovations every few years were perfectly normal.

Yet in outsiders' eyes, Prince Ping's Estate had become utterly different.

Especially with a rumor spreading through the streets, making these changes seem incomparably grand and lofty: Prince Ping was about to take possession of the Eastern Palace, and the imperial purple qi would bless his old residence...

Those words had an effect.

Their effect was to make those wavering officials quickly recognize which way the wind was blowing.

Visitors to Prince Ping's Estate also increased by the day, and the ranks of the arriving officials grew ever higher. By now, at least eighty percent of officials below the second rank had paid visits.

Everything was advancing all the way along its predetermined course.

The Third Prince sat beneath the grape arbor in the garden, stroking the Demon Race grapes that were already crystalline and translucent, though their color still lacked the final touch. His heart was filled with triumphant satisfaction.

Crown Prince Brother, had you ever imagined it would end like this?

From the beginning of Father Emperor's reign, you and I had begun to fight.

For eight years, how many schemes had you played?

In the end, the dust had settled. I won. I would ascend the throne, while you would rest in the earth!

"Your Highness, when