That magnanimity and nonchalance of his was merely a facade, an air of having everything under his control, of being able to command the clouds and the rain with a flip of his hand.
On the surface, the Holy Emperor is merely an Eighth Realm Martial Artist, but behind him stands the entire Great Yan Dynasty.
How many could possibly stand against the Power of Heavenly Destiny?
...
「The next three days.」
The old eunuch, Eunuch Yan, sent someone over once more, bearing the imperial edict to name the Crown Prince, but Lu Mingyuan tactfully refused again.
This time, however, everyone was reassured.
'His Highness was telling the truth.'
'The Holy Emperor really did send someone again.'
This meant the position of Crown Prince was all but secured, so there was no need to worry anymore. Zi Yun and Hong Wan were already starting to dream about how large a house they could live in after moving out of the Cold Palace.
