Ye Qiu was absolutely right. Seeing that the imperial decree hadn't arrived, the old Emperor and Crown Prince were anxious, and indeed, they were considering the next candidate.
"These traitors, they are attempting rebellion!" The old Emperor angrily smashed the inkstone by his side. His health was already poor, and his anger turned his face red, his breathing becoming rapid.
"Please don't be anxious, Father Emperor. Since they are so resistant to our recalling Ye Qiu, it is evident that they have resorted to many schemes. It's hard to ensure the imperial decree reaches the border." The Crown Prince was equally worried, though he didn't externally show it like his father.
"Then should we let them force my hand? Every day at court they say you're too weak as Crown Prince, and don't exhibit the demeanor of a ruler. They say you've accomplished nothing of great importance. Does the Second Prince really have the demeanor of a ruler then?" The old Emperor was losing his temper.
