Lin Bai only understood then how he had come to occupy the position of High Minister.
It turned out that Prince Chen had strongly recommended Lin Bai in court.
Chu Zimo's eyes were deep and unfathomable. He stared fixedly at Lin Bai, scrutinizing him as he thought it over.
"Then, what the Young Lord saw today—did it disappoint you?"
Lin Bai said with a light laugh.
Chu Zimo smiled. "Disappointed? Not to that extent!"
With that, Chu Zimo stopped wasting words on Lin Bai and turned to Chen Yule. "Brother Chen, since you're being conferred a marquis title today, I should have presented you with a fine gift. Unfortunately, there are too many eyes watching us in court right now."
"If I gave you a fine gift, your Chen Family would suffer tomorrow."
"This cup of wine will have to count as my toast to you."
Chu Zimo picked up a cup of wine and spoke to Chen Yule.
"Thank you, Young Lord."
Chen Yule lifted her cup and drank with Chu Zimo.
"All right, enjoy yourselves."
With that, Chu Zimo turned and left the banquet hall.
Only after Chu Zimo had left did everyone finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Huang Qingyun said softly, "Liang Wang has been biding his time all these years, secretly gathering strength. It seems he's preparing for something?"
Chen Yule and Qian Hen exchanged a glance, both smiling bitterly as they shook their heads.
"Miss Huang, be careful what you say."
Qian Hen looked at Huang Qingyun with helpless amusement.
Yi Song's gaze dimmed. "If Chu the Emperor were to attain the Dao and pass away, the person with the greatest chance of ascending the throne throughout Chu would be neither the Third Prince nor Prince Chen, who was just transferred back to the