The day before leaving, Ruo Xuan, as usual, cultivated with the Divine Lord Xuanyuan in the palace, "Brother Xuanyuan, when I go to Jiang County, you will come to see me, won't you?"
His face, devoid of expression, replied, "No time."
Xuanyuan Que, now fourteen years old, increasingly resembled the former Divine Lord Nine Heavens, transcendent and sacred, untouchable and inviolable.
Sometimes, even The Emperor felt a sense of trepidation when speaking to this son, not to mention the ministers when they saw him.
Every minister dared not look him in the eye, feeling as if they were completely exposed in front of the Ninth Prince.
At this time, all the subjects secretly rejoiced that the Ninth Prince was not the Crown Prince!
If the Ninth Prince were to become The Emperor one day, they would not dare to speak, nor would there be any need to speak!
The Ninth Prince only needed a glance to know their thoughts, what more could they say?
