Three Imperial Cities were roiled by wind and clouds. Before Thirteenth Prince's Manor, carriages rumbled one after another as forces from every quarter continuously arrived.
The struggle for imperial power had always been cruel throughout the ages. Yet the rewards beyond the risks still drew countless people like moths to a flame.
The great inheritances that had missed the former tripartite balance finally seized another opportunity today. They brought aid in the snow, hoping to secure a place in the future struggle for imperial power.
The gates of Thirteenth Prince's Manor stood wide open, refusing no visitor. Batch after batch of guests came and went, arriving in expectation and leaving satisfied.
Within the royal hall, Yin Ji personally watched the various factions come calling, and the shock in her eyes was impossible to conceal. Though she had been mentally prepared, seeing the reality before her still left her unable to believe it.
In a single day, no fewer than ten factions had arrived and declared their willingness to pledge allegiance.
"How was it? Was anything this prince said wrong?"
As the sun was about to set and the final group of guests departed, Ning Chen rose to his feet. Looking outside the hall, he said calmly, "There is a saying in my homeland: when one man attains the Way, even his chickens and dogs ascend to heaven. Every faction that came today is hoping that this prince will inherit the imperial lineage in the future. When that happens, the aid they brought in the snow today will become their chance to soar to great heights."
Yin Ji fell silent. Yinhai Ghost Prison had indeed come with the same purpose. Adding flowers to brocade was no match for offering charcoal in the snow. Although Thirteenth Prince was currently the weakest of