Prince Chen slowly opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was a young monk brewing tea.
Seeing the monk's face, he gradually relaxed and contentedly stretched.
The two did not say much. The young monk poured a steaming cup of tea and handed it to Prince Chen.
He reached out to take the cup, held it beneath his nose, and gave it a gentle sniff. Then he tipped back his head and drained it in one gulp.
Seeing this, the young monk frowned slightly, a trace of concern showing in his eyes.
"I possess cultivation at the Great Purity Dao Fruit Realm, after all. A little scalding water can't hurt me."
Prince Chen understood the concern in his eyes and smiled as he explained, "Besides... you and I have drunk water even hotter than this. How could we care about such a little heat?"
The smile on the young monk's face slowly stiffened, and a faint sharp glint emerged between his brows.
Prince Chen stared at him and said calmly, "The struggle for the throne is over. You could say everything is over. You don't need to blame yourself so much for what happened back then, and you don't need to keep cultivating the 'Silent Vow' anymore, do you?"
The young monk remained silent and ignored Prince Chen, continuing to brew tea on his own.
I stared at the waist token with a strange expression.
"And the imperial clan hasn't shown any reaction at all. Clearly, this was deliberately arranged by the imperial clan behind the scenes."
"That is the imperial clan's rule."
The Crown Prince said indifferently, "Father's meaning is... we should wait for the Northern Region to come and name its terms, or wait for them to make a move. For now, all we can do is