Seeing the profiles of these five people, Bubu Wang was clearly caught in a dilemma. In its view, all five had a decent chance of becoming the new king.
Of course, these five merely had the greatest possibility of becoming the new king. The others were not completely without hope.
These competitors could basically be classified into four groups. The first had voluntarily withdrawn, totaling eighteen people. The second was just making up the numbers, totaling sixteen people. The third had ambition but no strength, totaling ten people. The fourth had both ambition and strength: the five princes and princesses.
For the time being, Su Xiao would naturally keep an appropriate eye on these people. After all, his Main Quest was related to them. He needed to choose one person from among the forty-nine princes and princesses and help them successfully inherit the throne.
Su Xiao still had fourteen days to observe them, so he was in no hurry to make a choice.
Walking along the bustling street, Su Xiao soon arrived near the Royal Palace.
As soon as Su Xiao approached the Royal Palace, the expressions of several officials chatting at the entrance changed. They obviously could not simply walk away—it would be too embarrassing. As for standing there and blocking his path, they decided against that as well.
Now, in the eyes of these officials, the Iron Hand was a combination of a god of slaughter, a plague god, and a god of death. If they could avoid offending him, they absolutely would.
The three officials walked into the Royal Palace, doing their best to keep their expressions natural.
The old king's summons today was not for a court meeting, but to hold a banquet—a luncheon.
This meal was naturally not going to be easy to enjoy, because