"Song Wuji, you intend to release him?" Hearing this, the elder was instantly struck dumb with alarm.
They had to know that the reason people like them had climbed to their current positions was precisely because they had helped Song Jiyuan bring down Song Wuji.
If they released Song Wuji now, would they not be setting up another formidable enemy alongside Song Zhexuan? Why invite such trouble?
"What are you panicking for? It is true that we brought down Song Wuji, but at least we preserved his dignity. He was merely made to face the wall for a hundred years. Once the hundred years are up, with his prestige, he can at the very least serve as an Elder with Real Authority in the family.
What this Patriarch wants is only power. I never intended to take his life. Most of the purge back then was merely exile.
But Song Zhexuan is different. He does not merely want power—he also wants to wield the banner of justice to purge people like us. In the eyes of people like them, people like us are all parasites of the family.
Song Zheming is already doomed to die. Given the things Song Wuji did back then, killing him three times over would not be excessive. Now, he can only cooperate with us and bring down Song Zhexuan together. Otherwise, his end will not be much better than yours or mine." Song Jiyuan's voice was cold as iron, yet it carried a trace of helplessness.
Choosing to cooperate with Song Wuji, his sworn enemy from the past, was truly something he had had no choice but to do.
Song Zhexuan had completely backed him into a dead end.
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