Within Chengtian Palace, the fifth prince, Zhao Han, was feeling very conflicted at the moment.
On one hand, he was happy. With the emperor's appearance, the woman could no longer monopolize the court.
Compared to that woman, his father, who had a soft spot for flattery, was much easier to deal with.
As long as he could win the emperor's favor, his chances of inheriting the throne would greatly increase.
As the legitimate eldest son, he had an unparalleled advantage in this respect.
After all, the emperor was a man of nostalgia and he had once been deeply in love with Zhao Han's mother.
If it were not for that woman's appearance, the position of the Crown Prince would have been set in stone to be his. What else could anyone else do about it?
But now, only the second and third princes had the qualifications to compete for the throne with him.
