Dawn spilled over the Nine Nether King's Estate. In the rear courtyard, Ning Chen had stood through the entire night, never once entering his room to rest.
The Heavenly Demon Imperial City was fraught with danger at every turn; one wrong step could lead to disaster. Ning Chen carefully considered every step he would take from now on, not daring to be the slightest bit careless.
"Your Highness, the Ninth Prince has sent a calling card."
At that moment, a palace guard hurried into the rear courtyard and spoke respectfully.
"Understood. You may leave."
Ning Chen came back to his senses and said.
"Yes."
The guard accepted the order, turned, and withdrew.
Ning Chen stepped out of the rear courtyard and headed toward the main hall.
Inside the royal hall, the calling card lay on the table. Ning Chen picked it up, and after reading it, furrowed his brow.
The Ninth Prince wanted to visit?
What was Xuan Que coming for at a time like this?
Thoughts raced through Ning Chen's mind. Xuan Ling's downfall had undoubtedly made Ninth Prince Xuan Que the greatest loser. Without Xuan Ling's protection, it would be difficult for Xuan Que to retain the forces in his hands.
Now that Xuan Que had come, his purpose was worth pondering deeply.
As he contemplated this, a young man in blue approached the Nine Nether King's Estate. The gloom on his somewhat sinister face had eased considerably at this moment.
When Xuan Que arrived before the estate, the two guards immediately bowed.
"Greetings, Ninth Prince."
"Rise. Go announce my arrival," Xuan Que said.
"Yes."
One of the guards accepted the order and hurried into the estate to report.
Before the royal hall, the guard stopped and bowed respectfully. "Your Highness, the Ninth Prince requests an audience."
"Let