Although that daytime drama is somewhat interesting, it shouldn't be overdone.
This sort of thing is more intriguing at night.
Cheng Guang rubbed his aging back and slowly walked out of the room.
He reached the pavilion, brewed himself a cup of tea, and filled the cup to the brim. The scalding tea tumbled inside the cup, releasing wisps of aroma.
Seated in the pavilion, Cheng Guang began pondering his next move. To him, neither the King of South Ming nor the crown prince had much impact on him.
As long as the King of South Ming or the crown prince did not provoke him, he would be dead set against getting involved in their affairs.
But now, this crown prince who was impersonating the King of South Ming was definitely going too far, first colluding with the Devil Clan, then making repeated attempts on his life, putting him in mortal danger. And now, he had even set his sights on the royal ceremonies. If chaos were to ensue during the palace rituals, who knows how many would die.