Before the Council Hall.
King Beicang stood there in silence for a long while. The volcanic fury that had seemed ready to erupt at Jiang Ning gradually calmed, finally turning into an incomparably bitter smile.
"Thank you, Prince! Thank you for letting me know the truth—for letting me know whose hands my son truly died by."
As he looked at Jiang Ning, a trace of shame surfaced in King Beicang's eyes.
Jiang Ning shook his head faintly. "You already knew, didn't you?"
At those words, King Beicang fell silent for a moment before slowly nodding.
"Your Highness is right. I had actually guessed it long ago! I simply did not dare be completely certain! But now, I dare to be certain!"
"Aren't you afraid I might be lying to you?" Jiang Ning asked.
King Beicang shook his head. "With Your Highness's current strength, why would you need to deceive me? If you wished to make a move against me, those cowardly words I spoke just now about fearing battle would have been more than enough reason for you to take me down. Why waste so much breath on me?"
Jiang Ning nodded. "That is indeed true."
King Beicang's heart abruptly tightened.
Then, he cupped his fists toward Jiang Ning. "I previously misunderstood Your Highness and harbored resentment in my heart. I am deeply ashamed. From this day onward, should Your Highness have any command, I, Beicang, shall go through fire and water without hesitation! As for the Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures Your Highness requires, I will personally negotiate with the great Aristocratic Families and merchant guilds in the city. Even if I must turn all of Tianque City upside down, I will send every stalk and every fruit that may be of use to Your Highness straight before you!"