"Ancestor, sometimes fate is something that cannot be ignored."
Zhuge Nanhua frowned and said.
The State Preceptor nodded and said, "You're right, but tell me, who will inherit the throne this time?"
"The young prince, of course. Is there any doubt?"
Zhuge Nanhua was taken aback, looking at the State Preceptor with confusion.
"Indeed!"
"It is the young prince who will inherit the throne."
"Even if there is an ill omen, it is the young prince's concern, not ours."
"Moreover, this so-called omen is only circulating within the Imperial Palace. Outsiders are unaware of it, and even if it does rain, it won't cause much commotion."
The State Preceptor sneered.
"Exactly!"
Zhuge Nanhua nodded, suddenly realizing.
The State Preceptor laughed and said, "Perhaps it is us who brought this ill omen."
"Us?"
Zhuge Nanhua was stunned.
"Yes!"
"Because we are about to seize the throne from the young prince, this ill omen appears. It is heaven warning the young prince."
