The Great Wei Dynasty.
Inside the Imperial Prison.
Prince Huaining had drawn a conclusion from everything that had happened before.
Whatever happened, he must never oppose Xu Qingxiao again.
They had all missed their chance-their chance to kill Xu Qingxiao.
Now, Xu Qingxiao had not merely grown his wings. He had become a force to be reckoned with.
Trying to target Xu Qingxiao now.
Was practically the ravings of a fool dreaming.
Now, everyone in the Great Wei Dynasty supported Xu Qingxiao: the emperor, the Six Ministries, and all the royal relatives and nobles at court.
And among the common people, how many supported Xu Qingxiao?
His cultivation of an unorthodox art made that clear.
He had openly admitted to cultivating an unorthodox art, yet the people of Great Wei had not uttered a single complaint.
One could imagine just how important Xu Qingxiao was in their hearts.
Thus, in Great Wei, Xu Qingxiao was invincible. His prestige surpassed even the emperor's, and the emperor herself trusted and favored him immensely.
Prince Huaining had abandoned all such ambitions. He no longer wanted to fight.
It was not that he could not withstand setbacks, but that the situation was utterly despairing. Whatever Xu Qingxiao did, Heaven itself lent him a hand.
There was truly no point in fighting someone like that.
He would honestly be better off spending his remaining years peacefully at home, relinquishing his power and retiring to his hometown.
He understood Xu Qingxiao's character. If he truly let go of his hatred, Xu Qingxiao would spare him.
Provided he genuinely laid all their grievances to rest.
Xu Qingxiao was not bloodthirsty. On the contrary, there was one thing he had to admit: Xu Qingxiao truly had good character.
Better than those Scholars of the Great Wei Literary Palace.