The one true Prince

Heng Shuo was eagerly waiting for news on the battle, seated on the golden throne while surrounded by a few officials that were loyal to him. In the coming days, he would have to test the loyalties of everyone in the court so that nothing like what had happened to his father repeated itself.

His old man was frail and stupid. Unfit to rule. To think that he had come directly to him to discuss the words of the peasant that had infested his head with dreams of cultivation and whatnot, the stupid little boy had singled him out as one of the suspects in the league to murder his father.