In the residence of the Fourth Master, he too was utterly shocked by the news.
He thought back to the old monk's words, and stood up, pacing circles in his study, restless and somewhat expectant.
He should not, he should not have been bewitched by that monk.
Yet, that indescribable feeling in his heart told him, things were indeed as such.
So, what did this event in the palace signify?
Could Consort Yu give birth to a son? If she did, what would become of the Crown Prince?
If the old monk's words came true, then the Crown Prince would be the first to be out of the running...
Overtaken by restlessness, the Fourth Master sat down and picked up his teacup: "Why is this water so scalding hot!"
He had barely taken a sip when he slammed it down on the table.
The teacup clanged loudly, splashing out hot tea, some of which landed on the Fourth Master's hand, scalding him and adding to his irritation.
He impulsively swept the entire bowl of tea onto the floor.
