After nightfall, the Capital City buzzed with life as the street lamps were lit for the first time.
In a small tavern, several drunken men huddled together, drinking themselves into stupors, shaking their wine pots as they burst into laughter.
"When do you think the Fifth Prince will inherit the throne? The Second Prince is really stupid, he can't even outdo the Fifth Prince; it's an embarrassment to the royal family." After saying this, the man tilted his head back and took another swig.
Another man took up the conversation, saying carelessly, "What do we care? Let's just drink."
A companion shook his head in disagreement and muttered, "Are you kidding? It's clear that The Emperor favors the Fifth Prince, isn't it obvious that he's setting up the Fifth Prince to succeed?"
