Everyone's eyes were tightly fixed on Han Zhao.
Wei Jin's back was drenched with nervous sweat.
Had Father Emperor made his decision directly? Could it be that despite such an incident, he still wished to appoint Wei Ya as the Crown Prince?
No!
Or perhaps, the imperial edict was to appoint himself as the Crown Prince!
Han Zhao had already unfolded the entire edict, cleared his throat, and glanced over the people inside the grand hall.
Almost everyone's gaze had settled on him, except for...
Jiang Shu!
With deep-set eyes, he was staring ahead, seemingly lost in thought, as if he were daydreaming.
Han Zhao began to read the imperial edict.
As he read on, everyone started to feel that something was amiss.
Wei Ya had anticipated this and wore a smile, whereas Wei Jin seemed as if he had been struck by lightning, his eyes wide with disbelief, as if he couldn't comprehend what Han Zhao was reading.
