"I understand." Yang Xian cupped his hands then looked at the officials. "Please excuse me, I have to go."
"It's fine, Strategist Yang."
"Don't make His Majesty wait."
They all exchanged some pleasantries as they watched Yang Xian entered the inner palace with the eunuch.
Prime Minister Xie stroke his lower chin. He glanced at Prime Minister Wei, who was standing not far from him. "Who do you think the Emperor will place at the throne?"
Prime Minister Wei only sent a cold look. The Emperor was originally unconscious for days, but he regained his consciousness yesterday. It was hard to say how his current condition was, but the physicians were still skeptical over his condition.
"You're not going to win this battle, Prime Minister Xie."
"You shouldn't be so confident before it's clear who the winner is," Prime Minister Xie retorted.
"Heh."
