The Emperor clenched his fist, "The toughest ones to catch are always the last ones, but this time, we must firmly grasp it."
The Crown Prince lowered his head to look at the Zhezi, not daring to lift his gaze. This was the first time he had seen his father express such raw emotion. The rage from his father earlier had sent a chill down his spine. As he dealt with more and more affairs, he realized just how much there was that he had failed to see before. More exposure brought wider horizons and sometimes he thought that maybe he had spent too much of his energy on his younger brothers.
The Crown Prince marked the Zhezi with his pen and picked up another one. He was the Crown Prince after all. As long as the Emperor acknowledged him, his position was secure. And, as it appeared currently, his position truly was stable—Yuguang's examination of the Zhezi was evidence of that.
