The Imperial Palace, the hall of splendour.
Everyone was seated when Zhongshan Zuo arrived just like he liked it, he wasn't the most favoured prince but then apart from the dead sixth prince who was. The sixth prince's death was just the opportunity Zhongshan Zuo needed to step out of the shadows into the light. Zhongshan Zuo has never felt happier than he had these past few months. He grinned as he walked through the line of bowing servants in arriving at the hall of splendour.
His mood soured as he walked to his seat, his smile fell on making eye contact with Lu Yaozhu. The sight of an improvised prince like Lu Yaozhu seating among the real dragons and Phoenix left a bitter taste in his mind. He hissed silently as he walked around the table and took a seat.
