The rumors within the palace and the court naturally reached his ears.
Upon hearing the news, he found it utterly unbelievable.
He had no blood relation with Prince Le, yet the throne he painstakingly secured was going to be handed to him? This must be a joke.
Such a position—he'd rather die than sit on it. It might as well be sitting on pins and needles.
"It might not be up to you." The Old Poison Master understood Prince Le well; once he made a decision, he wouldn't let others interfere.
"Then shall we escape?" Yangyang suggested, "I refuse to be manipulated by him. How could I face my mother if I truly ascended to that position?"
"With the palace being so heavily guarded, how do we escape?" The Old Poison Master had mapped out the guards in and around the palace over the past few days, and he suspected Prince Le was guarding against him.
The entire palace was surrounded by the Imperial Army in three layers, and anyone who approached the palace walls would be discovered.
