The Letter

The snow piled up in the Palace of Prince, and the cold intent grew stronger inside the study room. The protective formation seemed having lost its effect.

After a long moment of silence, Prince Jing Xin spoke again. "Don't know what we should do to make the Emperor, my father, feel satisfied," he said, his voice sounding dry.

"Under the circumstances, it's best to do nothing, just like we are doing right now," said the Royal Teacher Liang.

Jing Xin took a look at him, and wanted to open his mouth, but decided not to.

He understood what the Royal Teacher meant. If one didn't do anything, then they wouldn't be able to do anything wrong; his father, the Emperor, wouldn't have any excuse to expel him from Zhaoge City.