Ling Fei followed the palace attendant and left the Gathering Hall.
Watching Ling Fei's departing figure, the Ninth Prince grew increasingly frustrated.
'If not for him, would I have fallen to this?'
He recalled how he used to host every gathering, always the center of attention.
But this time, the honor had gone to the Seventh Prince instead.
'Is this to show the world that the Seventh Prince is now the one in favor?'
...
The Imperial Palace was vast. Within its walls, mountain peaks towered into the clouds, great rivers flowed, and lakes shimmered like emeralds.
It was practically a private kingdom.
Ling Fei was led up a small mountain.
The mountain wasn't high—only eight hundred meters—but its summit offered a view of most of the Imperial Palace.
In a pavilion at the peak, the Celestial Emperor was gazing down below, lost in thought.
"Your Majesty, Ling Fei has arrived," the palace attendant said in a low voice, stepping forward to address the Celestial Emperor.
