Hearing Third Uncle-Grandfather's solemn assurances, Zhang Chen revealed a faint smile. "Since Third Uncle-Grandfather is willing to make the trip, that could not be better. I'll leave what follows to you. I hope you return victorious as soon as your horse arrives."
With Zhang Chen's Blood God Sons secretly controlling things, Third Uncle-Grandfather's intervention was bound to go as smoothly as water flowing into a channel.
After sending Third Uncle-Grandfather away, Zhang Chen sat alone in the room, contemplating the future and pondering his next scheme against the Third Prince.
For Zhang Chen, finding someone to tip Zhang Gaoqiu off was no difficult matter. After all, there were still many of Zhang Shenqi's direct descendants outside the capital. If they came forward, Zhang Gaoqiu naturally would not grow suspicious.
There had never been any shortage in this world of people who feared death and clung to life, nor any shortage of traitors. So long as Zhang Chen's price was high enough, making someone betray Zhang Shenqi was not difficult.
All Zhang Chen had to do now was wait—wait until he had aged that map.
Time flew by. In the blink of an eye, a month had passed. Over that month, the Zhang Family and the Gong Family acted in concert, slaughtering who knew how many imperial experts and making countless royal experts spill their blood. Zhang Chen finally let out a secret breath of relief, venting all the pent-up resentment that had long been stifling his heart.
At the Zhang Family ancestral residence, Zhang Chen looked at a ragged middle-aged man. He took out a leaf and handed it to him. "As long as you handle this matter well, your branch will be preserved in the future. I can also provide you with an unending supply of Yellow Springs Water,