The Left Chancellor looked up at the sky and fell silent for a long time.
He felt a little unwilling to accept it, and murmured, "There are peerless experts within the imperial palace. Could the prince really be stronger than them?"
What he really wanted to say was: if not for those people in the palace, why would his whole family have had to endure such humiliation?
"Beneath the Heavenly Dao, all are ants."
Wang Xian gazed silently toward the palace and said, "I told the barbarian general that, in my eyes, all the heroes under heaven are ants. The entire dynasty is no different."
There was something else Wang Xian didn't want to say: even if he shattered the First Prince's dream, that still wouldn't mean the Second Prince, Wang Yuwen, would get the throne.
But he didn't want to say that just yet.
He simply couldn't be bothered. As long as neither of those brothers became emperor, whoever wanted the throne could have it. What did he care?
The question was, why was this man standing in his way?
The Left Chancellor was stunned all over again when he heard this.
Never mind the fact that the barbarian army had truly withdrawn; that was beyond doubt.
If the enemy army hadn't already pulled back, the Prince of Zhennan would never have suddenly led fifty thousand soldiers back to the imperial capital of Jinling in a single night.
What shocked him was that the young man before him was just as the rumors claimed: he held all the heroes of the realm in contempt. Naturally, he wouldn't care about the powerful backers behind the imperial palace, either.
He only doubted that the young man could defeat those people without paying a price.
Once he was sure of Wang Xian's