"I... I... My talents are lacking. Father isn't old yet, how could I possibly inherit the title?"
Chen Sheng's question caught Zhao Chengxiang off guard, and he hesitated.
"You must understand, the stability of your position doesn't depend on the Yu Clan, nor on Princess Consort Xiang. It all depends on Prince Xiang himself. If he supports you, your position is unshakeable.
But if he intends to depose you, what could you do, even if you think you have his approval?"
Chen Sheng shook his head.
Hearing this, Zhao Chengxiang lowered his head.
He knew this, of course.
But knowing didn't mean he could change anything.
His current disadvantage was too great.
'No support from the outside, no confidants on the inside. How can I possibly counterbalance my father?'
"Do you want to be Prince Xiang?"
Chen Sheng asked abruptly.
"What?"
Zhao Chengxiang was momentarily stunned, thinking he had misheard, and stared blankly at Chen Sheng.
"Do you want to be Prince Xiang?!"
