"Greetings, Second Prince."
"The Second Prince is here."
"The Second Prince."
Everyone bowed in greeting to the splendidly dressed youth at the head.
Even the famous Third Young Master Song, Song Tao, cupped his hands in greeting and said with a smile, "Second Cousin, when I went to the palace to deliver the invitation to you earlier, you said you might not have time to come tonight. Why have you braved the wind and snow to come out now? The deeper the night, the heavier the chill. You must take care of yourself."
"For someone who practices martial arts and breaks through realms, what is a little wind and cold? If I didn't attend tonight's gathering of elegance, I'd regret it so much I wouldn't be able to sleep," the splendidly dressed youth said.
Chu Jiang, the Second Prince of the Xifeng Empire. His status was exalted, standing below only one person and above countless others.
Li Sinian stood in the distance, watching from the sidelines. No wonder countless people had racked their brains to attend this gathering at Tranquil Water Condensing Dew. Everyone present was either rich or noble. As these people grew or entered officialdom, they would become the decision-makers of this vast empire—or even ascend to the supreme throne.
Maintaining good relations with them meant that a single word from them could change your life, saving you twenty years of struggle—or even a lifetime.
Chu Jiang swept his gaze across the entire gathering and asked, "The imperial power is weighty, or perhaps military power is weightier. Does anyone object to using this as the topic for debate?"
No one answered.
This topic was simply too sensitive. Never mind the recent heated struggle over the position of prime minister; the imperial power's wariness toward military power, along with