Xia Zhaoshun flicked his folding fan and the corner of his mouth curved up slightly—it was an opportunity for him.
Once back at the mansion, Xia Zhaoshun relayed the news to Prince Jin.
"How, how is this possible!" Prince Jin couldn't believe that the Emperor would do such a thing.
Xia Zhaoshun sneered, "True or not, I need to turn it into truth. This is our chance. Just wait for the right moment, and when such rumors spread, will his royal seat still be secure?"
Seeing his ambitious son, Prince Jin didn't know what to say, but things had reached this point, and he could only stand by his son's side.
"When do you plan to make your move?" Prince Jin asked.
Xia Zhaoshun snapped the folding fan closed and gently tapped it against his forehead as he said, "Someone is more anxious than us. Let's wait and see, watching the tigers fight from across the mountain. When they are both wounded, that's when we'll take them down."
