The night wind was bleak, clouds covering the moon.
"Father, what if the emperor is only making the second prince the crown prince as a ruse to confuse us, to take away our military power and then appoint Duanmu Chen as the crown prince, what should we do?" Wan Cong asked solemnly.
Wan Shan snorted coldly, "If it really comes to that, the emperor is pushing us! If both the eldest and second prince suffer misfortune, the Qian Country won't belong to the Duanmu Clan anymore!"
"You mean…" Wan Cong's voice was filled with excitement.
"We don't have a way out, to endure is to march to death!" Wan Shan uttered coldly.
"Since father said this, I've gotten the idea," Wan Cong replied.
