Early in the morning two days later, Guagua's voice rang out again:
[Host, the Ninth Prince, Nian Jingyun, and the Tenth Prince, Nian Yuzhou, are both dead.]
Song Yaoyao froze, then asked:
[When did this happen? Who did it?]
Guagua: [Last night. Both of them died.
The Eleventh Prince, Nian Zhiyun, did it.]
Song Yaoyao: [I haven't paid attention to those men in a long time. I never expected Nian Zhiyun to strike at the Ninth Prince and Tenth.
Tell me what happened!]
Guagua: [Host, I've sent you the video of what happened. Take a look yourself.]
Song Yaoyao: [All right.]
A moment later, the video arrived!
In the footage, Nian Jingyun and Nian Yuzhou sat by a restaurant window, looking outside.
Watching the stream of people coming and going, Nian Jingyun asked:
"Tenth, when do you think the Succession Struggle will finally end?"
"Soon.
I hear Seventh is making preparations. Before long, Seventh and Eldest Brother will fight.
Once that battle is over, it'll pretty much be settled who gets that seat!"
"Yes.
Of our surviving brothers, those two are the strongest.
Whoever takes that seat, it has nothing to do with you or me.
I used to have some designs on it.
After everything that's happened, I'm no longer fixated on it. I've let it all go."
"What made you suddenly come around?"
"Even if I somehow managed to take that seat, I wouldn't be able to hold everyone down.
The forces backing us simply aren't strong enough. We couldn't keep the court officials in line, much less our brothers.
Rather than live with my heart in my throat, I'd rather stay as I am now, without a thing to worry about. Living so freely isn't bad!"
The Ninth Prince nodded:
"It's good that you've come to terms