The blood seemed to have dyed the grand hall red, leaving everyone present breaking out in a cold sweat. The Third Prince, who appeared somewhat youthful, was shockingly cold-blooded, having resolved the matter of his two brothers in the grand hall without any hesitation, leaving everyone no other choice.
As a result, despite his poor reputation, all the obstacles to his accession to the throne had vanished into thin air. After all, apart from him, there was no longer any bloodline of the First Emperor left. Who else but he could sit on the Emperor's throne?
Everything seemed to have settled, and the deaths of the two princes had put an end to the long-running struggle for succession.
"Cough!" A violent cough came from outside the curtain, making everyone realize that the Emperor had not yet died, but this seemed meaningless since, at this moment, nobody cared about the will of an aging Emperor.
