The Royal Capital.
The Imperial Advisor's Residence.
Ji Mingyu spoke with absolute certainty, making no attempt to hide his attitude in coming here.
Jiang Ning glanced at Ji Mingyu, then at Ji Mingyue beside him, whose expression was unreadable.
"This is a family matter!" Jiang Ning said mildly.
Hearing this, Ji Mingyu's expression tightened, then he said seriously, "My Lord, those words are mistaken."
"The rise and fall of the realm is the responsibility of us all."
"The position of heir remains unresolved. If it is dragged out too long and great chaos erupts, the entire Nine Provinces Thirty-Six Prefectures may fall apart and scatter."
"And now, the Yellow Sky Sect occupies three prefectures and one commandery, its followers under heaven too numerous to count. It has the momentum to sweep across the realm."
"No matter what, a nation cannot go a single day without a ruler."
"I am inviting you in all sincerity."
"If My Lord is willing to assist me, I will treat you as a scholar of the realm, and exhaust everything I have to resolve the calamity of the Curse Kill upon My Lord."
Jiang Ning shook his head. "Third Prince, I am already aware of your sincerity. It is only that I am now afflicted by the Curse Kill, and all I seek is to spend my remaining years in peace and protect those around me. The Struggle for the Heir is treacherous and full of hidden waves. I have no intention of stepping too deeply into it."
"I understand My Lord's concerns." Ji Mingyu leaned forward, his voice lowering a few degrees. "But precisely because My Lord bears the Curse Kill, you are in even greater need of support. If your father truly meets with some mishap, once the new sovereign ascends the throne,