If Wen Xu had been there, or Jun Zhaoying and Wushan, they might have stopped him. But who could blame him for acting on a sudden whim this time? A dragon's roar split the silent night sky, waking every citizen in the capital.
Yet Cheng Wei had not the slightest sense that he had done anything wrong. He shot straight into the imperial mausoleum, only to find that the dead emperor's coffin was actually empty. Pinching his fingers in calculation, he went, "Oh-ho. Little A-Xu's methods are quite sharp."
As long as his own child did not suffer a loss, all was well. Riding the effects of the wine, Cheng Wei casually found a place to rest.
He was comfortable enough, but he had no idea that his single dragon roar had knocked the Imperial Astronomical Bureau in the palace senseless. The current Great Sheng Dynasty had no position of Imperial Preceptor, and the Star-Seizing Tower had long since been dismissed. The Imperial Astronomical Bureau, which had once had little presence, had finally been put back into use—only for one dragon roar to cripple it outright.
Instead, Emperor Zhou Jia's face lit up with delight. It was not because he fancied himself some True Dragon Emperor; he simply felt that his younger brother might very well have returned.
Yet he also understood that if his imperial younger brother did not wish to see him, then no matter what he did, he would never find him.
A sense of melancholy filled his heart, but he also understood that from the moment his father and mother began their schemes, he and his younger brother could never have been harmonious brothers. Besides, there had never been much sibling affection in the imperial household. The only reason he could sit securely on the throne