Prince Qi felt as if he had been enlightened, his previously muddled mind suddenly clear. Indeed, Rongchuan was of the same mother as the Crown Prince, and the Emperor, though quick to anger, had never lost his temper with Rongchuan. Guilt? Don't be ridiculous. If the Emperor were really so easily provoked, how could he have spared Rongchuan from his wrath while indulging him, even after having an outburst with the Crown Prince?
Moreover, Rongchuan had left the capital, naturally binding the Crown Prince's fate to his own. The Emperor's trust in Rongchuan was essentially trust in the Crown Prince.
Prince Qi's expression kept changing. He had, after all, been trapped by the first outburst of rage from his father.
Mr. Chen truly disdained, waving his hand dismissively, "Hurry up and go, don't get in the way."
Prince Qi, "....I."
"Do you want to help me farm the land?"
"No, I have matters to attend to; I must return to the capital."
