The Seventh Prince's Mansion, the Third Prince's Mansion, the Crown Prince's Mansion... were all brightly lit throughout the night.
No one slept through the night.
The Crown Prince was bitterly contemplating how to strike a lethal blow, how to openly and justly seize the fruits of victory.
Xu Fan closed his eyes to rest, speculating on the various possibilities that might occur after dawn and how to respond.
Meanwhile, the Third Prince, Fourth Prince, Sixth Prince, and Seventh Prince were panic-stricken, feeling a chill down their backs even while lying on their beds, as if someone might rush in at any moment to press them down and turn them into a tragic figure like Qing Mu.
For ordinary people, having a fondness for the Dragon is not much of an issue, the princes would just laugh it off.
But for the Crown Prince to have such a unique preference, it turned into a dangerously grave matter.
