" I truly am old!"
The Emperor gazed through the window at the light outside. Indeed, after he had grown old, his control over the court, over his sons, over the entire realm, had indeed weakened.
"Birth, aging, sickness, death, and restless hearts—it is hardly surprising!"
Even the most loyal people would naturally seek refuge with the new sovereign, for themselves, for their descendants, for their Lineage.
Yet no matter how well he understood it, the Emperor still felt a blaze burning in his chest, scorching his five viscera and six bowels. He longed to shout and rage, but reason told him he absolutely could not do so. Thus, he forcibly suppressed that fire and made himself think.
Wait!
All at once, the Emperor thought of the one who had left the Capital City, and his heart suddenly clenched.
"How could all these things be such a coincidence?"
How could Imperial City Office informants happen to discover matters concerning Prince Qi's Residence, and happen to hear the name Huo Lianqi?
And how had they happened to find Huo Lianqi's file?
Wasn't all this a little too coincidental?
Were these coincidences truly Heaven warning him, rather than something wrought by human hands?
In an instant, the Emperor could not help narrowing his eyes.
"Your Majesty, you should rise early and have some breakfast," Zhao Bingzhong reminded him with a bow.
"Mm, bring something light." At those words, the Emperor woke from his thoughts. His feverish head seemed to cool, and he regained some clarity.
The Imperial Grandson had already left the capital.
Moreover, the Imperial Grandson was still under surveillance and was about to fall into a trap. He could barely protect himself, so how could he possibly frame Prince Qi at such a time?
Leaving aside whether he had the