C1709 The Most Important Prince?

The days grew shorter, and the chill of winter deepened. Su Xuanjing, dressed in his official robes, walked into the hall. Although several days had passed since that stormy night outside the prison, the harsh wind and snow had taken their toll, and he still hadn't fully recovered. Standing before the hall, he appeared noticeably frail.

"Your humble servant, Su Xuanjing, greets Your Majesty