Jiangling Royal Mansion.
The Ninth Prince, Lu Yunhuang, sat in his courtyard as usual. He watched the white-robed Confucian Scholar who was gazing at the rockery and small creek before them, his eyes filled with doubt.
"Teacher, must we truly act now?"
The white-robed Confucian Scholar had his back to him. He tossed a stone into the lake, sending ripples across the surface. He said faintly, "Now is the perfect time. An opportunity like this is fleeting; once missed, it won't come again."
"It's like this stone. The ripples it creates happen only once. Who knows when another stone will be cast into the lake."
Xun Yu turned, a cheerful smile on his face.
"It has been half a month since Lu Mingyuan left the Capital City. Regardless of victory or defeat, this is a prime opportunity to make a move."
"If Great Yan wins, the world will fear it all the more. If Great Yan loses, its prestige will plummet. Either way, it's a good thing for a Prince like you, who holds no real power."
