On the second floor corridor, Zhao Hongsheng's pair of grim eyes tightly fixed on the suddenly appearing Zhao Hongde, his fists suddenly clenched.
Determined to enter the palace as Empress, Tang Ruyan naturally had an understanding of the situation in the Capital city, especially regarding the princes. The current Emperor had six sons, the Empress's eldest son died young, the Fifth Prince and the Sixth Prince were not yet of age, the Fourth Prince's mother's family had little influence, and the Fourth Prince himself was born timid and incapable of great responsibility. The only ones with hopes to inherit the Great Unity were the Second Prince Zhao Hongsheng and the Third Prince Zhao Hongde.
With just one glance, Tang Ruyan recognized the person sitting in the hall below—it was the straightforward and modest Third Prince Zhao Hongde.
Indeed, as his name suggested, Tang Ruyan narrowed her eyes; if one were to speak solely of talent, perhaps Zhao Hongde possessed even more. But...
