Ji Qingchuan kept complaining, taking the initiative to distance himself.
The Third Prince, after all, carries the bloodline of the Ji Family. If possible, Ji Qingchuan would naturally support the Third Prince, who holds the best and most hopeful prospects.
"Family Head, rest assured... This Palace trusts the Ji Family."
The Third Prince's face showed a sorrowful expression.
"I carry the Ji Family's bloodline within me; my relationship with the Ji Family is one of genuine kinship. The Ji Family is my perpetual backing..."
"I personally went to seek an audience with the Great Supervising Minister to find out who exactly killed my Noble Consort mother... I even personally took out the Heavenly Order!"
The Third Prince stood with hands behind his back, gazing at the garden made exceedingly wet by the Spring Rain, which was filled with poetic charm.
He slowly exhaled a breath.
Ji Qingchuan was shocked at heart, suddenly looking toward the Third Prince: "Heavenly Order?"
