Crown Prince Zhao Jing stood before the Eastern Palace, gazing towards Wuji Palace as he pondered Master Taiyi's identity and his relationship with the current Emperor.
His intuition told him that this Master Taiyi had a deep connection with his father, having known him for a long time.
Otherwise, given his father's disposition, it would have been impossible for him to recklessly bestow the position of State Preceptor upon an obscure mountain Daoist.
Although his intuition said so, Zhao Jing couldn't find any evidence to prove that Master Taiyi and his father were acquainted early on, because Zhao Jing, being the legitimate son, was born when his father was sixteen. At that time, his father was still an unappreciated Eighth Prince, his residence humble and his guests few. He knew and had met many people, but absolutely not this Daoist.
Zhao Jing frowned in deep thought but still couldn't find a clue.
