Was it easier to support a rebel, or more important to support someone who was already the acknowledged heir?
There was no need to even think about it.
As long as those still watching from the sidelines learned that the Third Prince had trump cards and backing of his own, they would certainly be unable to resist.
After all, no faction could withstand the temptation contained in the four words "merit of following the Dragon." Once they succeeded, their path would open wide.
Next, Ye Lin only needed to wait for certain people to come knocking of their own accord.
"That's it?"
Chu Yang had only just taken his seat. Watching everyone leave, he was somewhat dumbfounded. He had thought they would still need to discuss and plan some grand undertaking. How had it ended before he had even settled into his chair?
This was nothing like what he had imagined.
"Of course it isn't over. There's still one last matter to take care of."
After saying that with a smile, Ye Lin glanced at Hong Batian beside him. Hong Batian immediately understood and abruptly shot out of the private room, arriving outside.
"Mice hiding in the shadows, get out here."
Hong Batian stood in midair with his hands behind his back and let out an angry roar. Wave after wave of sound surged into the distance, shattering the space along their path in an instant.
The next moment, a figure spat blood as it flew out of the void, crashing viciously into the ground below and smashing out an enormous pit.
"By the laws of the Golden Crow Empire, following a prince in secret is punishable by death."
Hong Batian spoke with a stern face, then threw a punch. In an instant, a fiery-red fist smashed down toward the