"But for you, my eighteenth brother, you need not think too much."
"After all."
"Father has long decided that position in his heart." Fusu smiled faintly, appearing completely relieved.
After speaking.
Fusu paid no attention to Hu Hai's grim expression and slowly walked outside the hall.
Walking out of the hall, for the first time, he felt his steps become lighter, much more relaxed.
Watching Fusu's departing figure.
Then looking at Zhao Feng, who was the center of attention, Huai Zhuang's eyes flashed with a trace of unwillingness.
But he didn't linger much and walked towards the outside of the hall.
Watching this, Chunyu Yue followed suit.
"Fusu."
"You are willing to let the Crown Prince position be taken, but I am not willing."
"I have fought for this position for so many years, I cannot give up."
"I will definitely find that so-called Eldest Imperial Son and kill him." Hu Hai's eyes were brimming with murderous intent.
In a section of the Royal Palace.
