Everyone was bound by a spiderweb, and that spiderweb was called fate.
Li Liangzuo was carried out. Everyone present looked at this tiny infant, who could not even speak yet, and knew that everything had been settled.
The curtain had fallen on Li Yuanhao's death.
The man who had reaped the greatest rewards was Menzang E'pang, standing before them.
He and Menzang had emerged as the ultimate victors of this palace coup.
Every member of the Mizang Family present beamed with delight. The world had always worked on the principle that when one person rose to greatness, even their chickens and dogs ascended to heaven. As long as Li Liangzuo became emperor, they would be the true rulers of this country.
The emperor was young. Both Menzang and Menzang E'pang would have to rely heavily on them.
They were the pillars of the nation.
The kings and senior ministers were also thinking furiously, no longer speaking.
Things had reached this point, and nothing could change them. All they could do now was strive to preserve their privileges and keep them from shrinking too much.
The situation had already changed.
The nation's fortune shifted. Once everyone present acknowledged—or tacitly accepted in their hearts—Li Liangzuo as their sovereign, fortune transferred to him.
Someone witnessed all of this.
The most sinister among them was a traveler.
He looked travel-worn as he made his way toward Xingqing Prefecture, with constant rustling noises coming from inside his body.
It was as though countless silkworms lived within him, gnawing at the surrounding Dragon-Tiger Qi.
They cleared a space around him.
Judging by his clothing, he appeared to be a saber wielder.
As night fell, he entered Xingqing Prefecture. Today had been anything but ordinary there. The city gates had been shut, and only toward evening had