Fuhai Palace still managed to keep its composure, but Chang Chun Palace was littered with shattered porcelain. Both Consort Fan and her son had ashen faces, causing the kneeling palace maids and eunuchs to tremble with fear.
It was fortunate that it was the Longevity Festival Month and on the actual day, otherwise, who knows how many wrongful souls would have been added in this palace.
"Get out." Prince Zhou coldly glanced at the palace maids and eunuchs serving inside the palace.
A stream of people hurriedly retreated without daring to make a sound, stumbling as they went.
"Damn it!" Prince Zhou heavily slammed his palm on the small table, saying resentfully, "How could they appoint the fifth, seems like Father never wanted to establish a Crown Prince at all."
Otherwise, why did he choose the fifth? He's not even come of age yet, clearly wary of us grown sons, fearing we might seize the throne.
