The grand sche ticulously arranged by Father had finally co to fruition; how could I just watch it be handed over to another?
Yuwen Feng clenched his fists, filled with unwillingness.
Yuwen Jun, a fellow without rightful claim or legitimacy, did not deserve all of this.
Seeing Yuwen Feng’s still resentful face, Yuwen Ji was extrely disappointed.
"Do you think that seat is easy to occupy? Even rightful successors find it hard to keep, not to ntion in this chaos. With your virtue, could you hold onto it for three days?" Yuwen Ji’s eyes were filled with disdain.
Yuwen Feng wanted to retort, but seeing his father’s expression, he swallowed his words.
Yuwen Ji, frustrated beyond change, reprimanded him again, and only then did Yuwen Feng sullenly leave the Imperial Study Room.
Just as he got outside, his long-ti attendant ran over, saying, "Master, the scout reports that Yuwen Jun still cannot be found in Biluo."
Ever since Yuwen Ji had gained control of the situation in the Imperial Capital, he had been sending people to summon Yuwen Jun back.
Yet, over a month had passed and Yuwen Jun was still nowhere to be found. His subordinates said he was still purging the remnants of the Third Prince’s forces and had not returned, and they could not contact him.
Even with Yuwen Ji anxious, he was helpless.
Yuwen Feng often thought that it would be best if Yuwen Jun himself were purged. If the world were rid of Yuwen Jun, then the throne would naturally beco his.
However, though he thought so, he dared not act.
After all, the Imperial Capital was full of spies. To bypass his father and kill Yuwen Jun was sowhat difficult.
"Have people continue to monitor the situation in the Eastern Land," Yuwen Feng said coolly.
The man bowed, nodded, and then left.
Yuwen Feng wandered through the Imperial Palace, not much attached to its opulence. He was born in the Northern Lands, and his mother was the esteed Princess Consort Xuanhe. It was always assud he would inherit his father’s position, and until now, he had always considered the Northern Lands as his own possession, even though his father showed exceptional favor to Yuwen Jun, who was also assigned to the Northern Lands. He never imagined that one day his father would divide his possessions with Yuwen Jun.
What did it matter if his mother had once been his father’s concubine?
Yuwen Jun was born in the Imperial Capital, and whose blood flowed in his veins was still unknown, yet their father stubbornly pushed him into power.
Even if Yuwen Jun truly was their father’s flesh and blood, he was still a lowly illegitimate child!
An illegitimate son sitting on the Dragon Throne—what an absurdity!
Yuwen Feng clenched his fist, growing angrier at the thought, but he had no say, and ultimately, he left the palace to avoid seeing it altogether.
After a month’s recuperation and recovery, the common people of the Imperial Capital began to re-erge. There were more vendors on the streets, and even the taverns were becoming lively again.
Yuwen Feng, as usual, arrived at the most luxurious tavern in the Imperial Capital — the Dongsheng Tavern.
The alluring shopkeeper spotted Yuwen Feng and imdiately ca out, smiling, "What wind brought our esteed guest over? As usual, we have reserved a private booth for you; please, this way."
Zhao Xiaomiao swayed her slender waist and led Yuwen Feng upstairs.
Yuwen Feng couldn’t take his eyes off Zhao Xiaomiao for a mont, scanning her up and down as he followed her upstairs at a slow pace.
Zhao Xiaomiao brought him to the most secluded booth and then stepped out to instruct the waiter to prepare wine and dishes.
Yuwen Feng, however, pressed against the door, leaned close to Zhao Xiaomiao with a half-smile, and said, "Don’t you also have lodging here? Just bringing to a place with only tables and calling it a private room seems a bit shabby."
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