Zhao Yunzong froze on the spot, his head buzzing.
He could not understand why Father King, who had always been utterly indifferent toward him, had said so much to him today.
He had even said that he could pass the throne to him right now.
What did that mean?
Could it be that Father King's indifference had all been an act, and that he had actually intended to pass the throne to him?
But how was that possible?
If Father King had truly planned to pass the throne to him, why had he treated him with such coldness?
Instead, he doted so heavily on Zhao Ziyue.
He thought of her in everything, gave her every benefit, and even allowed rumors to spread that he intended to support Zhao Ziyue as his successor to the throne.
Could all of that have been a facade?
At that thought,
Zhao Yunzong could not help feeling a faint surge of excitement.
"Father King... you mean... your son, I...?"
He was so flustered that his words came out in a jumble.
Just then,
something even more unbelievable happened to Zhao Yunzong.
Behind him, a Green-Robed Man in his forties had appeared at some point.
"Fourth brother..."
Hearing that voice, Zhao Yunzong shot up from the ground. When he turned and saw the Green-Robed Man's face, he was struck as if by lightning.
"Eldest Brother... no, how is this possible?"
Zhao Yunzong was practically going mad.
He had never dreamed that his eldest brother, who should have been dead for twenty years—the former Crown Prince Zhao Yunzhu—would appear alive before him.
At that moment,
Zhao Wuji rose to his feet and said calmly, "Yunzhu, talk to this good-for-nothing for a while, but do not stay too long. There are too many eyes around."
"Yes, Father King.