Fourth Master and Ye Zao lived leisurely, but some were not at ease.
Hongfen, upon knowing that the Imperial Father had granted the rank to the successor Imperial Uncle Du Jin, wondered if he would also have his share.
According to his thoughts, he should also have a title of Prince.
After all, he was about to leave the palace, couldn't he even display a stone lion at the door?
Yet, the orders were issued wave after wave, but ultimately, there was nothing for him.
Not for him, nor for the impending marriage of the third elder.
Hongfen paced in the study, walking in circles, seemingly tireless.
On the surface, he appeared calm, but inside, he felt a tumultuous storm.
Waiting seemed hopeless. The Noble Consort was already elevated, her sons counted as legitimate heirs.
What chances did he have?
Even if her sons failed, there was still the Manchu-born Fourth Prince!
Was it really an insurmountable barrier?
How could he be content?
"Feng Sheng," Hongfen called out.
