Imperial Capital.
The city gates were closed, and martial law was still in effect.
Inside the city, people and horses were coming and going. The shops were closed, residents were hiding, and even some ministers were trembling in fear, waiting for the upheaval to end.
Imperial Palace Grand Hall.
The Crown Prince looked at the Supreme Dragon Throne with eagerness in his eyes.
"It's mine. Soon, I'll be able to legitimately sit on it, overlooking the world, controlling the lives and deaths of the millions of my subjects."
"With a single word, I can decide the fate of the world and the life and death of others."
"The Supreme of Ninety-five, the pinnacle of authority!"
"That's what men desire, the ultimate pleasure for men."
He was thrilled but knew that although he had control of the situation, he could not be careless. He had to wait a little longer.
Wait until everything was stable, and naturally take the throne.
There was no need to rush.
Indeed, no need to rush.
