บท 638: Becoming an Emperor Requires Luck

Qing Cang Palace.

A powerful howl resonated through the imperial city.

"I've said it time and again, it wasn't me! Now, my name has been cleared." Tears welled up in Prince Qing Cang's eyes as he watched the secret sentries from the six royal clans retreat, much like a receding tide.

Under their constant scrutiny, Prince Qing Cang had felt stifled, unable to make any move or execute his plans. But now, with the spies gone, he could set his plans into motion once again.

Ignoring the curious onlookers, Prince Qing Cang stepped back into the imperial residence. As he did, his expression shifted to one of serenity. 

A young girl, delicate in appearance, rushed to his side, "Father, are we considered good now?" Her essence glowed with a unique power.

Prince Qing Cang gently patted her head, smiling, "Yes. Now, I can get more guardian spirit items for you. Soon, the top prodigy of Great You will emerge."