Prince Chongwen's carriage made its way out of the Imperial Palace.
Lu Yunqing remained silent, not saying a word. The many Guest Scholars and Tributors at his side didn't dare disturb him.
They could see the Prince was deeply troubled.
The most senior among them, an old man holding a sword, spoke softly, "Your Highness, you should have known this would be the outcome. No one can resist the temptation of the Emperor's Throne."
Lu Yunqing looked up at the old man and said calmly, "Sixth Brother did nothing wrong. It's all my fault."
"That's not necessarily true. It might not be your fault, Your Highness," a young Confucian Scholar inside the carriage said with a smile.
"What do you mean by that?" Lu Yunqing asked, his eyes narrowing.
