Zhang Chen glanced at the other man. He was an old fox himself by now; the moment Zhang Guan voiced his idea, Zhang Chen already knew what scheme he was calculating.
"No need! All I want now is to stay quietly where I am. I have no desire to get mixed up in that rotten mess." Zhang Chen rejected Zhang Guan's proposal. To him, royal power and wealth were no more than passing clouds, and he had no interest in involving himself.
"You think highly of the Eldest Prince?"
Zhang Guan nodded. "Indeed. That boy is like me."
Zhang Chen fell silent for a long while before saying, "You may leave."
Zhang Guan respectfully bowed, then rose and took his leave.
Watching Zhang Guan's retreating back, Zhang Chen sighed faintly. He knew the Third Prince was as good as dead.
The Third Prince's maternal clan was secretly fanning the flames and stirring the winds. If Zhang Guan did not want Great Han to descend into civil war, the best solution was to eliminate the Third Prince. Once the Third Prince died, every force relying on him would lose its support. When the tree fell, the monkeys would scatter, and they would find it difficult to become a force again.
"Go make a trip for me. Spare his life and have him seek refuge with Wang Ye." Zhang Chen took out a token from his robes and handed it to the Pacifying Border King, who had stepped out.
The Pacifying Border King accepted the token, flashed, and vanished into the bamboo grove.
The Pacifying Border King had been formed from one of Zhang Chen's Blood God Sons in the past. Before the End of Dharma arrived, the Blood God Son had nourished his sinews, bones, flesh, and blood in return, making