Inside the Imperial Palace, Ji Xuanyuan and the others had all gathered. The princes discreetly glanced at the dragon throne in the center, their eyes revealing a trace of longing and greed.
Born into the imperial clan, you were destined to struggle and fight for power.
If the Crown Prince hadn't been deposed, and Prince of Tai Ji Yancheng and the others had still been in power, they wouldn't have entertained such thoughts at all. They would have been content to live as idle princes, doing their best to protect themselves.
But now that Heaven had given them such an opportunity, who wouldn't want to fight for it?
Prince of Shu Ji Yanxiu was among them, though he kept a low profile, standing silently by himself.
In truth, he knew that whether he and the others could become emperor was entirely in the hands of Ji Xuanyuan and his companions.
They had previously been idle princes enfeoffed across the circuits of Great Zhou, with neither prestige nor confidence to their names.
If the Crown Prince and the others hadn't been deposed, Ji Xuanyuan and his companions would probably have chosen them directly. There would have been no chance for him.
So there was no point in making a scene now. He might as well keep his head down and wait for the outcome.
Ji Yanxiu was also somewhat unwilling to accept this. He hadn't expected Ji Haodian to die so suddenly, without even naming an heir.
He had spent so long building up his forces in Bashu Circuit, preparing to fight for power in Shengjing City. He had even won over Su Xin, one of the Four Great Constables. Yet now none of it had come into play, which left him rather frustrated.
When Ji Xuanyuan saw that everyone had