The Purple Extreme Hall was where the court convened.
The plaza before the hall was where officials waited and gathered.
Jiang Wuqi was a prince, and a subject.
Though no one had dared stay behind to catch a glimpse of Jiang Wuqi at the time, everyone in court and across the land who cared about the matter had been listening with bated breath.
Jiang Wuqi was like the Son of Heaven, only more benevolent. In many people's eyes, he was the ideal choice for a wise ruler.
The only drawback was his frail constitution and the threat of an early death—but he had survived year after year, and that threat seemed less and less credible.
Some even believed that the Eleventh Imperial Prince was merely keeping a low profile.
Without that flaw, he was simply more outstanding than his brothers and sisters, making him an easy target.
How Jiang Wuqi had safely made it through the ordeal wasn't important to Chongxuan Sheng. He had only listened for the result.
Whoever became the Son of Heaven, the standing of the Chongxuan Family would remain unaffected.
A top-tier lineage like the Chongxuan Family needed only to serve the Son of Heaven.
So the only person Chongxuan Sheng needed to focus all his attention on was Chongxuan Zun.
Who became the Son of Heaven didn't matter. Who became head of the Chongxuan Family mattered a great deal.
While Chongxuan Zun was in Jixia Academy, he had put many plans in place. After the Grand Master Ceremony, he had remained busy every day, laying plenty of groundwork.
But not one step had come into play.
Chongxuan Zun had done nothing.
He seemed entirely unconcerned that the businesses in his name had been divided into a dozen scattered pieces. He also seemed not to know