Ying Wu, forty-three this year, had been Crown Prince for ten years.
No one had yielded that position to him.
By the time he was twenty, people already knew that no one was more suited to that position than he was.
By the time he was thirty-three, the entire nation had placed its hopes upon him.
He had naturally taken up residence in the East Palace, as though spring had replaced winter.
He had spent thirty-three years becoming Crown Prince, then ten years reconciling all sides.
Now, his position was unshakable. He could simply wait for everything to fall into place, wait for the current Qin Emperor to pave the way for him, wait for supreme merit.
But he refused to do so.
He was inviting Jiang Wang, Ji Zhaonan, and Gan Chang'an. He was also inviting that ambitious Crown Prince of Qin—
He did not want to wait for merit.
Defeating mighty Chu at River Valley and holding back the Asuras at the Great Wall were the merits of Great Qin's emperor.
But he, Ying Wu, wanted to establish the merits of a Crown Prince of Qin.
Thus, at this moment when the two races faced each other in stalemate and the Great Wall sealed the pass, he had gone beyond the frontier alone and personally stepped into peril.
He kept saying that his imperial father was no worse than he in any respect, yet his actions were meant to prove that, in every sense, he surpassed his father!
The Crown Prince of Qin today surpassed the Crown Prince of Qin of old. The Son of Heaven of Qin of tomorrow should also surpass the Son of Heaven of Qin today.
A long silence settled over the cave.
This was no simple decision.
That was true for anyone.
Ying