Xue Qinghe lifted the carriage curtain.
"You may rise."
The convoy passed through the city gates.
Large crowds soon gathered on both sides of the street.
The crown prince had been away from Heaven Dou City for over a year.
Now that he had returned, the various factions in the city had already received word.
Chen Jin sat on the other side of the carriage.
His gaze passed beyond the curtain to the street outside.
"Your Highness is very popular."
Xue Qinghe lowered the curtain again.
"Emperor Xue Ye is gravely ill."
"The Heaven Dou Empire needs someone who can stabilize the situation."
"When do you plan to inherit the throne?"
"Once the Worship Hall deals with Xue Ye."
Qian Renxue leaned back inside the carriage.
"It won't be long."
Chen Jin picked up his teacup.
"And then?"
"Complete the Angel God Trial."
"You don't want the crown prince's position anymore?"
"Xue Qinghe can die of illness."
Qian Renxue raised her eyes.
"Then I'll be able to stay with you all the time."
"What about Spirit Hall?"
"Bibi Dong is still alive."
"You don't plan to become Supreme Pontiff?"
"You do it."
Chen Jin set down his teacup.
"Trying to draw me into Spirit Hall again?"
"This isn't recruitment."
Her slender hand settled on the Six-Winged Angel pendant.
"The entire Worship Hall has long considered you one of its own."
The carriage suddenly stopped.
The clatter of overturning tables and chairs came from the street ahead.
Xue Qinghe restored his disguise.
"What happened?"
A guard from the Crown Prince’s Residence immediately approached the carriage.
"Your Highness, the Fourth Prince has blocked the street."
"Xue Beng?"
"Yes."
Chen Jin lifted the carriage curtain.
In the middle of the long street, dozens of Imperial Guards surrounded a cloth shop.
Two guards pinned