Fan Xian was shocked for three reasons. First, the glimmer of tenderness with which the Emperor sent him down the mountain had truly been out of his expectations. Second, the Emperor's tone seemed to be lacking his usual confidence. Third, the last thing that the Emperor said… He can decide who sits on that chair? Were these his last words or what? Even if he was lucky and able to reach Jingdou, thousands of li away, before the Eldest Princess announced and decided reality, what power did he have to turn his ideas into reality?
This was not the Ming family in Jiangnan, Cui family, officials in Jingdou, or pitiful people in the Imperial Observatory. This was the Royal Palace, where the world belonged.
A bitter smile rose to the corners of Fan Xian's lips. Even if he was a powerful official in Qing Kingdom, he didn't have a single soldier in his hands. What would he use to stabilize Jingdou for the Emperor? And, with what would he determine who that chair belonged to?
