The man shook his head with a bitter smile. "Great Yan is no more. There are no princes anymore."
That was correct.
The man sitting in the carriage was indeed the long-missing Prince Yu, Yan Rui.
But today, his clothes were plain and his procession modest. Aside from his skin being a bit fairer than the average person's, he looked nothing like a scion of the imperial family.
Upon hearing his words, the old eunuch became agitated.
"No! As long as you are here, Great Yan has not fallen."
Yan Rui didn't respond. Instead, he turned to look out the window, muttering to himself, 'Distributing all the silver from the national treasury to the poor... what is this Wu Liangchen planning?'
"Prince, you needn't concern yourself with that treacherous usurper. The man is clearly bringing ruin to our Great Yan! To think he'd give the treasury's silver to the poor—if that isn't a sin, what is!" the old eunuch said through gritted teeth.
