"The Crown Prince is dead?" Ye Qiu listened to his subordinate's report with a look of surprise, "How did he die?"
"I heard he was killed during the Second Prince's coup."
"He really was bold, but perhaps that was the only way to ensure there were no mistakes." Ye Qiu shook her head and sighed, seemingly recalling the man who stood at the city gate, gentle like jade.
Unfortunately, everything about him was an act for her. If in the past life he hadn't discarded her, if he hadn't tried to annihilate the Ye Family, she, as a minister, would not have sat idly by.
The Crown Prince's downfall to his present fate is perhaps a result of his own ruthless heart and cunning calculations. He relied on the old Emperor's favor, believing he could use everyone, thus never treating anyone sincerely. Did he really think those ministers were fools? Why were they unwilling to support him, the legitimate eldest son, but instead either backed the Second Prince or remained neutral?
