After hearing these words, Lu Mingyuan finally understood.
They would remain neutral.
The Confucian Temple would not interfere in the crowning or deposing of an Emperor, much less oppose the Dynasty.
After all, their very method of Cultivation relied on the Dynasty's Destiny.
"Is this answer to Your Highness's satisfaction?"
"It's so-so."
Lu Mingyuan said faintly.
"Everything is dictated by the grand tide of events. I hope Your Highness will not harbor any resentment."
After these words were spoken,
the world before him turned to inky blackness once more.
...
Outside Prince Chongwen's Mansion, a circle with a diameter of thirty feet had formed.
The Prince Mansion's Tributors waited inside it.
Outside the mansion, many new arrivals had appeared.
White-clothed Jiang Shan and Luo Ying stood guard to the side, waiting quietly.
The Chief Steward of the Eastern Palace, Su Youhuai, and the East Palace Chief Law Officer, Shen Yuanxi.
