"You saw through it quite clearly..." Darian Nightblade shook his head and laughed.
"It wasn't that I saw through it. His Majesty had no choice! Before the Swift Hand Family arrived, who else could take over his mess?" Yun Feng sneered. Roland was practically treating him like livestock.
"I get it now. His Majesty knows you resent him, so he indulges you in the small things!" Darian Nightblade gave him a thumbs-up, looking as though he had suddenly understood.
"Between a dog that has yet to prove itself and a slave who is useful, no one needs to teach His Majesty which one to choose!" Yun Feng mocked himself.
"Ahem, ahem. The Franz Family is still very loyal to His Majesty!" Darian Nightblade wore an expression that urged caution.
"The Sword Shield Family back then... were they not loyal as well?" Yun Feng's murmur sent a chill down Darian Nightblade's spine.
"Why are you looking at me like that? I'm not planning to do anything!" Amusement flashed in Yun Feng's eyes. Darian Nightblade's guarded posture and helpless movements clearly entertained him.
"Watch what you say. Don't bring up the Sword Shield Family anymore... I didn't hear anything!" Darian Nightblade made it clear that he did not want to get involved in the empire's hidden secrets and historical whirlpools.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk! Isn't it laughable for the Director of Imperial Carriages to say that? This is your job in the first place!" Yun Feng shot him a glance. Why was the head of covert intelligence pretending to be so innocent?
"..." Darian Nightblade could only pull a bitter face and say nothing.
"By the way, what did His Majesty send you here for?" Seeing the bitterness on Darian Nightblade's face, Yun Feng turned to business. After all, Darian Nightblade, now serving