"Right now, the entire imperial capital is saying that only you and those two have a chance at the Heir Position."
Before Wu Mingquan, Fu Qiu kept his posture extremely low, without the slightest trace of arrogance.
"Oh?"
Wu Mingquan suddenly spoke, and the three Nirvana Stage fairy maidens massaging him all trembled.
Fu Qiu lowered his posture even further, all sorts of emotions intertwining in his eyes as he appeared somewhat frightened.
"Fu Qiu!"
Wu Mingquan suddenly called out.
"Here!"
Fu Qiu hurriedly responded.
"That is what outsiders are saying. I want to know what you think."
Wu Mingquan continued, even taking a sip of the fragrant tea flowing with immortal light after speaking.
Fu Qiu's heart began to pound faster. After several breaths, he said, "This subordinate believes the Seventeenth Prince is destined by Heaven."
"Heh..."
"You flatter well!"
"Keep a lower profile from now on. Confucian Cloud Academy's Sage Baptism will soon begin. Come with me then and meet that Lin Xuan."
"I imagine Thirteenth Imperial Brother is also quite interested in this peerlessly gifted man, isn't he?"
As Wu Mingquan spoke, he waved his hand.
"Yes! This subordinate shall take his leave!"
Fu Qiu quickly replied, then withdrew.
Only after he had gone far away did Fu Qiu let out a long breath and raise a hand to wipe the cold sweat from his brow. "Serving a ruler is like living beside a tiger!"
With a sigh, Fu Qiu quickened his pace as he left.
At the same time, in another luxurious residence, Wu Mingkong and the Confucian Sword Immortal, Kong Fang, were playing chess.
"The Thirteenth Prince has once again severed my dragon's head. Kong Fang is impressed."
"Sir was still holding back!" Wu Mingkong shook his head.
"Your Highness jests. I have already done