"Bixia, this subject wishes to ask you for a favour." Yang Zhuofei knelt on the ground, but the expression when she raised her head to look at Jiang Changbai was hardly beseeching, as if success was already at hand. Jiang Changbai could faintly guess what Yang Zhuofei was about to say, yet she still asked, "Oh? Let Us hear it." "Prince Yu passed on so many years ago, and the manor hasn't had even a single support. Now, Mingyou has already grown up. This subject requests Bixia in earnest to pass the title of Prince Yu on to Mingyou, for him to establish himself, and continue to burn the imperial family's incense." Having spoken to this point, Yang Zhuofei paused, and pulled out a scroll from her breast, deferentially raising it above her head with her hands. "This is a petition from the people." "A petition?" Jiang Changbai's words were a bit astonished, and she indicated to Xun Zhu to bring the scroll to her. On it were pres...